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I was standing there, and although the clouds were thick, the one little sliver of that silver crescent moon was shining through. I was in the middle of something beautiful and Judy walked up and interrupted. I can’t even spell it out now. How crazy!
» Posted By Bryan On 10.07.2013 @ 8:03 am
My dad worked for 30 years at the FCI facility in Butner. First as electrician then as a computer/systems specialist. He still knows almost next to nothing about computers but he got to come home at the end of the day everyday and that was important for a growing boy.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.10.2013 @ 7:32 am
Oh shit! She was up to so much in that little movie. Or should we call it a film? Does it really rise to that? Anyway, there was the underwear scene with full on butt crack exposed. There was little mystery. Much laughter. Heartache and redemption. Yep. It was all there. I wonder what he said to her in the end? Did she even hear it above all the noise?
» Posted By Bryan On 09.05.2013 @ 7:20 am
We were out among the deep depressions in the Earth. Not the Badlands, but bad lands. I realized I had completely misunderstood the mission. It was time for it all to be rethought. There was a black bird in the air searching for food. We could use some as well. We heard “nevermore.” I realized that it was time to hit the trail.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.04.2013 @ 7:33 am
The trees were wilting around, there seemed to be a terrible accident that occurred around. Something strange that happened. I could not see what, until I looked further ahead down the road where the trees were lush and behind me they were wilting, but as I stood in one place the intensity of the wilting became stronger. I was the one who was doing this. I am the disease.
» Posted By Bryan On 08.31.2013 @ 11:39 am
That’s how she felt it was, or I was. Whether it was high or that damned guitar. Or there were the things we did from time to time with fish out on the lake. Ah, the lake remember that? Weekends there before the bottom fell out. LEISURE. We were so high-falutin then.
» Posted By Bryan On 08.28.2013 @ 12:38 pm
Oh how I wish that he wanted me. That would be the greatest. Instead I just keep swinging on the trapeze. A little closer now. A little further away later. Never let go because you know he won’t be there to catch you. Not yet. Mesmerize the crowd for a little longer, although you would still be doing this even if they were not there.
» Posted By Bryan On 08.01.2013 @ 6:14 am
auburn tigers, a great football team in 2012. I think it’s a color too? probably better to use it as a color than a team. but the team shows america’s quick perceptiveness to “winning”, and how they envelop it in their own lifestyle, but maybe it’s just a color.
» Posted By Bryan On 05.12.2013 @ 1:24 pm
simplify everything. But if you make it simple then what’s the use of complicated words and procedures? for the not simple people. what qualifies as non-simplicity? a desire for anything un-simple i guess. if that’s even a real word. i dont think it is.
» Posted By Bryan On 05.08.2013 @ 3:54 pm
It wasn’t Alice that got swept up in the tornado it was Dorothy. It took me a moment to realize my mistake. I can vividly remember the wicked witch of the west, the WWW, riding her broom in the storm. Or maybe it was a bike? It’s not important.
» Posted By bryan On 03.27.2013 @ 12:33 pm
The issue with problems isn’t that they are there, but that we assign them in ranking. Whichever problem comes first is our priority even if it shouldn’t be. We want to push away the bigger problems and solve small first.
» Posted By Bryan On 01.15.2013 @ 11:14 pm
promises should never be broken. They are a sacred bond of the verbal kind between two people or more. a promise means the person you have made the promise to trusts you enough to take your word at face value and this is something that should never be compromised. all you have in life is your word and breaking a promise is the best way to tarnish your reputation. it may seem trivial at times, we make promises all the time, but they should be viewed as more valuable than mere words.
» Posted By bryan On 01.08.2013 @ 7:08 pm
The red roof sat on top an old house with paint chipped white walls and dirty windows. That house always reminded me of where dreams were sent when they were no longer obtainable.
» Posted By Bryan On 12.06.2012 @ 8:33 pm
They just couldn’t be, now could they? Of all the things that they could be – baseball players, prostitutes, eggmen and eggwomen – they just couldn’t be. I spiralled out into the night last night wondering and wandering. This has to stop.There’s a man and he’s president.
» Posted By Bryan On 11.09.2012 @ 7:39 am
It poured that night, the water dripped off Martin’s boots staining the ground where he stepped. He brushed his hands through his hair, drying it the best he could. He shuddered, not so much from the cold air as it shot across his cold body, more or less due to the memory that wouldn’t cease itself in his brain, like a rerun of some twisted film.
» Posted By bryan On 10.11.2012 @ 7:58 pm
It’s a little ringing in the ears this morning. I missed the concert last night but still have the aural hangover. Maybe it was too much whiskey. Maybe it was the sweet nothings whispered in the ear of a stranger.
» Posted By Bryan On 10.10.2012 @ 7:35 am
There were all the girls wearing the pink walking down the beach. Strange. Must be a bachelorette party with all the accoutrements. There was candy too. A boardwalk and all the neon-lit hotels with names like “The Flamingo.” It was summer for one more week and we were children.
» Posted By Bryan On 10.04.2012 @ 7:09 am
There was a song in my head that morning as I left my house and headed out fishing with Jimmy. We hadn’t seen each other in a while and he was at my house earlier than I expected. The sun wasn’t quite up yet and the sky was all a pink and orange gradient. The fishing report said expect good things. And we were willing to comply.
» Posted By Bryan On 10.02.2012 @ 8:33 am
I used to fawn over many things in the past. Mostly girls, sometimes cute animals, but yeah. Go crazy over them, lose all sense of reason and in general just do stupid things for them. Things I thought would make them happy. Now I’m a little older and (I suppose) more mature, I don’t always do that.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.30.2012 @ 12:49 am
Just let it out, I said. You see, she was screaming in the backyard again and I was on the porch drinking. Not drinking to the point where I was screaming yet, but she was screaming because I was drinking and vice versa. Symbiotic I think they call it. This was marriage for the first few years. Then we grew up.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.28.2012 @ 8:33 am
They were the ones we hired. Mostly Mexican at the time. Then later ones from further south in Central America, finally the further South Americans arrived. There was work aplenty and we tried to page a fair wage.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.27.2012 @ 7:18 am
Oh, and they’re talking about the war again. And what’s going on in the Muslim countries. They call them “the Muslim countries,” almost fully with the finger quotes. And then there’s oil and who has it. Rich people with pipelines. How to get from here to there. And what my father did when I was 9.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.26.2012 @ 8:44 am
I could just die. Or so I thought when Bennie was on the lam. How could he have done this to the family. And all the girls. All those beautiful little girls. And then he’s running to Alaska, or Arizona, or Arkansas. He always had a thing for states like that. Now everything is changed.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.25.2012 @ 7:37 am
I was not. I repeat I was not. Not in the least. Not when you ran away. No mom. Not even then. The dog was still there and the gun was loaded and there was nothing that anything could do to me. I kept on going. I’m here now, amn’t i? And I really was not at all.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.24.2012 @ 8:14 am
From the outset I always said she was nuttier than something on the Christmas smorgasbord among the men and all the women, lovely women, at the table, it would be like she had very little to say until she had that to say and it was always too much and it was always a bit like Jesus walked in and smote us all.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.21.2012 @ 8:14 am
He claimed that she was wrong. But a part of him knew that it was right. He was out of line.
It was summer though. Finals were done and graded. She popped in and had a question.
“Stop!” he yelled in his own mind. Stop justifying it.
You don’t call students a bitch.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.20.2012 @ 10:54 am
I hereby find the defendant in this case guilty as charged.
That was just the beginning of it. She had been hammering on this for years. Property disputes. A fence that was on her land, but on mine too. Where should it go. A Robert Frost poem somewhere in all of that.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.20.2012 @ 9:27 am
He really was a good guy. Even though the people he worked with thought him odd. And the fact that his family had disowned him when he was twelve. When he got home at night he prayed to Jesus. Even on the nights after the murders. And even when he was drunk. And always alone.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.19.2012 @ 7:25 am
I don’t even want to think about it this morning. When I woke up I fed them and everything was still kicking. Not dead, at least not yet. That’s a way to be. But it’s still Monday and everything lays out in front of us like an obstacle course. Like hurdle after hurdle. A week for the living, or the dead.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.17.2012 @ 7:23 am
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So I woke up this morning with a real speech impediment. I was having all sorts of problems just getting the wind to move over the vocal cords in the correct way and everything came out sounding foreign. I tried to order a cup of coffee and the shop girl couldn’t even make out a word.
» Posted By Bryan On 09.13.2012 @ 11:13 am