Not going to lie, I like blank verse. They hear it, they return blank stares. It’s a void, heh-heh, that they return. They make programmers happy, they do. The magic of the blank is it’s nothingness, of course. Though you could argue, it’s the opposite of nothingness. How else would you add something to the […]
Ahh, that smell of newly printed paper. That smell, that feel, that weight in the palms, like a newborn, warm, full of life. He held it close like that, for more than just a while. His fingers ran over the smooth pages. He could almost hear a beating heart, but quickly snapped out of his reverie, shaking his head. His smile hadn’t died though.
FLUSH THIS POOP, CHICHES!!!!
“Oh, absolutely. Fictional superhero woman who can deflect bullets with her bangles. Back-flipping of a bridge in a dress with no bra. I want to be JUST like her.”
Someday, surely, there’ll be a conclusion to this dance.
THIS IS A WHITEBOARD. PUT SHIT ON IT FOR PEOPLE TO SEE. “Okay”. THIS IS A REFLECTION OF YOUR IDEAS ON LIFE. PUT SHIT ON IT FOR PEOPLE TO RELATE. “Awesome!” THIS IS SOMETHING YOU NEED TO FEEL CONNECTED. PUT SHIT ON IT FOR PEOPLE TO KNOW YOUR VALUE. “It’s the only way.” THIS IS […]
Foreign to the touch. Familiar to the thought.