‘Neath the moon
Waiting @ a bus stop
Necco wrappers.
Waiting @ a bus stop
2016 August 29
Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry
On a Highway to Heck
2016 August 26
“¡You talk your shit, but I ain’t listenin’! ¡& I don’t do no ass kissin’! ¡Now here’s the point that you’ve been missin’! ¡No fucking problem at all!” shouted into Nasrin’s ears as she stood @ the front o’ the bus, hanging on a bar & watching her stop close into her.
Then the bus stopped & she stepped up to the door. As it opened, she said, barely audibly, “Thank you,” & stepped off, saying with equal quietude, “Sorry,” as she jerked here & there ‘tween people.
Posted in Nasrin, Short Stories
1 Article that Demonstrates a Complete Lack o’ Self-Awareness
2016 August 19
You just need to look @ the name: 5 Writing Books That Have Made Me a Better, More Creative Writer.
Clearly they didn’t do a good job.
Unsurprising, ‘cept for King’s On Writing & Strunk & White’s Elements of Style, which everyone already knows ’bout, they’re vapid inspirational books–cheap forms o’ therapy for the ditsy middle class. I’m so glad I can buy a book that tells me it’s OK to write; I know when someone tells me, “Don’t let self-doubt stop you,” I immediately stop letting my self-doubt stop me, ’cause I’m a robot with no independent thought.
Posted in Yuppy Tripe
