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He walks by sliding his chin back and forth through the air, swimming forwards, the rest of his body trailing behind. He wears the blue uniform of an off-duty athlete proudly. His hair is slicked back impeccably, like a real Italian, or perhaps an American Psycho.

Posted 04 April 2008 † Yuletide § ‡ Comments (2) ° Tagged: ,

On Anthropomorphism and More

— Words: Fire Truck, Purple, Ger, Goat The goat saunters by like a pimp in a cadillac — one touch look from a cop and they freeze in terror, but then they’re back to bizness as uzual. The life of the goat is driven by a raw spontaneity that has little human equivalent outside of: childhood, senility or mental illness — and perhaps those hippie free-spirits who dance around in fields all day or drop lots of acid.

Posted 26 March 2008 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction § Exercises § Incoherence ‡ Comments (0) ° Tagged: , , ,

How to Hire a Translator in Mongolia — 3 Times (incomplete)

You push from your mind the ever-surfacing thought that her english is just a little too good to be working for some college student for $20 a day, let alone working as a Mongolian language teacher at SIT.

…After your week in the countryside—during which you simultaneously try to conduct interviews through confused translation, and try to win over your stand-offish translator, say that you hope she had some fun, that you enjoyed working with her .

Posted 07 March 2008 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction ‡ Comments (8) ° Tagged: , ,

Random Incoherences

And I forgave him despite his lossinlgy end of days — it was too much for us to move on in synchrony, pulsing in the wake of each other’s acquiescence.

…Slot induced hypomanic imbalance reached pubnlic eyes and ears from a leaked Gnomegon memo, detailing the disturbingly high incidence of gambling and vending behaviors among veterans of the FEG (Forces Especial du Gnome).

Posted 24 February 2008 † Yuletide § Exercises § Incoherence § Writing ‡ Comments (0) ° Tagged: ,

100 Words towards a definition of Metal

Attributes: Molten, Brutal, Intense, Epic, Uncompromising, Fucking awesome, Distorted, Pummeling, Eternal, Loud, Grating, Polyrhythmic, Not lame, Absurd, Hilarious, Fun, Resonant, Primal, Destructive, Cathartic, Therapeutic, Wrathful, Emotional, HEAVY. Components: Guitar, Strings, Pickup, Amplifier, Electricity (lots), Bass Drum x2, Snare Drum, Hi-Hat, Crash, Drum Sticks, Metronome, Bass Guitar, Strings, Pickup, Amplifier, Ear, Brain.

Posted 14 February 2008 † Yuletide § ‡ Comments (0) ° Tagged: , ,

100 Words: Hair

These states also elicit divergent reactions from the very hosts that spend hundreds of thousands of hours diligently growing filaments. Upon encountering a hair in one’s food, it is considered acceptable to raise hell But hair has bacteria Doesn’t it?!

Posted 13 February 2008 † Yuletide § ‡ Comments (0) ° Tagged: , ,

100 Words: Cranberries

Not quite at home with other fruits, they sit uneasily by as rasp berries and blue berries , black berries and straw berries , perhaps even the occasional boysen berry are plucked and popped, into watered savoring mouths. They must wait for the penetrating drying assault of the sun, or the thanksgiving grinder to unlock their unappreciated potential; the kranebeere , acid-red and waiting.

Posted 28 January 2008 † Yuletide § ‡ Comments (3) ° Tagged:

100 Words: Gyroscope

Raised Wooden saddles, floating inches above the horseback; short stirrups, tied together beneath the belly, that would make our knees lock and scream. Yet they fly in frozen standing stance, slouched to one side, pole-lasso in hand, poised in galloped rhythm, as familiar as their own pulse.

Posted 28 January 2008 † Yuletide § ‡ Comments (1) ° Tagged: ,

100 Words: Shoes

Each year or two, after my old pair could bear no more the abuses of the schoolyard…. I cringe as I watch cute black dresses limp along on legs that if not for their jilted stride and a veiled grimace would be sexy-long.

Posted 25 January 2008 † Yuletide § ‡ Comments (1) ° Tagged:

You were the one who _______, who _______, who _______. She sings the old songs, _______.

You were the one who played safe, who kept cool, who made peace instead of war.

Posted 25 January 2008 † Yuletide § Creative Nonfiction ‡ Comments (0) ° Tagged: ,