January 2012
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September 2011
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August 2011
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The dog has a lisp.
I’m driving in my car with this dog and a song comes on the radio and he reaches over and he turns it up and another song comes on the radio and he wags his dog tail to the beat and another song comes on the radio and it’s a Genesis block and he sings, Su-Su-Succuido and I say, you like Phil Collins? and he replies, Phil Collins is the greatest singer-slash-drummer that has ever lived....
July 2011
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“When we first got Topsy, she would be allowed to sleep in the bed with...”
– Yes, Russell Brand, yes, it is.
thehavesandhavenots asked: Where are you from?
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The streetlamps glow.
I like the idea of people living, he says and I like how it sounds and I say it again and a summer wind blows through the car window and it’s warm and dry and smells of campfire. High in the sky the moon hangs low and the leaves in the trees click and moan and a girl hula hoops on the side of the road, alone she’s spotlit in porch light red, her arms stretching and twisting above her...
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June 2011
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Colin really likes balloons and horses today.
P.S. The Copper Palate Press booth wasn’t nearly as cool without you.
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This is what I have been doing instead of posting...
I like when dogs eat crunchy things.
What.
I like when dogs eat crunchy things. It’s one of my favorite noises. I’m going to make a website, Dogs Eating Crunchy Things.
Huh.
Chips are the best. You want to see my dog eat a chip?
Not really.
Ok, let me get one. This needs your full attention, put the TV on mute. Listen.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch. Crunch.
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May 2011
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April 2011
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Watch
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March 2011
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Zombie puppy!
I just saw a headline on CNN that said a puppy was put to sleep and survived. I’m not quite sure whether the puppy died and then un-died or was only kinda dead to begin with, but I bet it eats brains now.
February 2011
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January 2011
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December 2010
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My Christmas quote of the night -
“I’m gonna name my next kid Felony”
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No one is watching (final fragment)
She stares at him, her cigarette hovering a few inches from her mouth and waits for him to laugh. He keeps talking without looking at her,
I was driving in the canyon, listening to Elton John. Benny and the Jets. There was a car driving in front of me and I drove up really close behind them. I bumped their bumper with mine, and instead of speeding up, they slowed down. I honked my horn and I...
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No one is watching (fragment nine)
She sleeps in late the next day and then drives to the aquarium in Monterey and stares out into the depths of the ocean and watches schools of silvery barracudas swim by and giant manta rays skim across the bottom of the ocean bed and knows that no matter how many cliffs she jumps off, she will always be intimidated and overwhelmed by the sea.
She learns about jellyfish, how they have no central...
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No one is watching (fragment eight)
Sorry, what was your name?
Emily.
You’re up, Emily.
What do you mean up?
In the game. It’s easy. Someone asks a question and then everyone has to answer it. I guess it’s not really a game, because there’s no winner or anything, but … Anyway, yeah, so … What’s your biggest fear?
Hm, I guess … The ocean.
The ocean? Why?
I don’t know, it’s just so big. You know that scene in Cast Away,...
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No one is watching (fragment seven)
She drops the phone on the bed. She shouldn’t have come back here. Seeing her clothes strewn on the floor, and her camera on the dresser, her shoes under the table of this unfamiliar room, unsettles her and she darts around the room, gathering her scattered belongings, and throws them back into her suitcase and she tidies the bathroom counter and makes the bed and brushes her hair.
She does a...
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No one is watching (fragment six)
She’s done too much coke and she lays awake, cocooned in blankets watching infomercials on the TV and flinching at shadows on the ceiling until light starts to come in through the blinds and her eyes finally close.
When she wakes she feels heavy and her throat aches and there’s this pressure in her sinuses. She drinks some water and rubs her temples and she picks an orange out of the mini fridge...
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No one is watching (fragment five)
The wind grows cold and she walks to a bar down the pier and inside everyone is dressed in costumes and she sits down by the window and opens a menu and when the waitress comes over she orders a plate of vegetable tempura and a Dr. Pepper. Her food comes and she picks the batter off the broccoli and stares out of the window until it’s just a dim square of swirling fog.
The bar is full of zombies...
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No one is watching (fragment four)
She wakes up sweating, tangled in sheets, suffocating. She remembers driving through the desert in the middle of the night—the windows down, Devotchka on the stereo, cool air blowing in the car, the moon bright and low over the far off mountains—and imagining car crashes. Every time she drove underneath an overpass she envisioned a car careening over the guardrails and smashing down on hers,...
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No one is watching (fragment three)
She needs to leave. There are too many people and she can’t breathe and she wants to scream and she makes a wake through the crowd. She goes down the stairs to her room and starts pulling clothes out of drawers and off of hangers and she throws it all into a pile on her floor. She goes into the laundry room to get her suitcase and takes it back into her bedroom and finds Des sitting on her...