Losing interest. We're all just the same, children underneath, strawberries, the crouching sun. Don't be precious. I want to talk with you about everything that means nothing. I don't want to join your subscriptions, army. Sorry. I'd…

maybe it’s a good thing your muse has taken temporary leave because at least she’s not pecking away at you like an itch you can’t scratch

Blank space / governs the minds of small children

Friday night, 80s halcyon,a memory of October bowling.The suburban lanes loudwith kids and kinetic releaseof balls slamming on maple.I have no footwork, no senseof release, fingers sweatyin the grips, resin droppingwith a hollow boomfollowed by derision from more adept…

Erma's last task, as it happened...

Chris and I have an understanding. We've been playing cops and robbers all morning, running around and stirring up shit.

There's a nice line in M. Tafuri's essay “Architecture and Cities in the United States 1870-1910” concerning the relationship between land values and building costs:“… whereas the simple parceling-up of surface lots is the product of an elementary…

overheard

Does it ever happen to you to wish to talk to somebody? Just somebody. Anyone. A stranger you might meet. Just to talk. About anything, even of the rain. Of the sore you have on your foot, of the daffodil in bloom, of everything and nothing. This lady sat at my…

Now her right breast was annoying her.

Interviewer: So, you walk on water, right? How is that possible? Jesus Lizard: Well, I only run on water, and upright on my hind legs. Haha, if I tried just walking on water I’d sink quicker than St. Peter!

Creating a world in which no one believes . . . killing a world in which no one could believe.

The ambient sound wheezes on.

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Maybe you could buy a Volunteer,” Carol suggested. Ma huffed. “You know we don't have the money for that. And besides I never liked the idea of Volunteers — taking advantage of the poor like that.”

Ian Markham stood before the massive triangular window of Circularity's pyramidal office building. Its Technicolor hologram, a coup in advertising sloganeering, urgently flashed the company's ubiquitous tagline—IT'S NOT JUST AN ADVENTURE. IT'S A SECOND CHANCE! …

BLIND-SIDED 1 The humid night air clung to Julio's skin as he and Marco stepped off the bus near campus, laughter trailing behind them like the smell of esquites from the street vendor across the road. The political rally had been noisy and full of energy - and…