• I need to remember to enable myself more often. Lost in thoughts and daydreams is fun but it’s not profitable. I need to enable my bank account to be there for me someday. But every single day costs money. Even when I’m lost in thought.

  • The ukulele was broken. It had strings, but the sound it made was not what I wanted to hear. At least not at the moment I strummed it. I used my fingers to tighten down different cords along the neck but they all sounded weak.

  • T. Michael Smith commented on the post, hoop 2 weeks ago

    The hoop was just too small for her hips. She tried several times, with more zest each time, but in the end the hoop won. She was beautiful. She was one of the prettiest girlfriends I have had in several years. But if the hoop doesn’t fit, it’s just not going to go any further.

  • The toughest part about finding a job when you really need it, is simply finding a job. Say you have over 30 years experience in one field, but that “field” doesn’t exist anymore. It happens. But c’mon the freak on, I need to eat.

  • The circus started, louder than usual, with all the children celebrating by spilling their popcorn while trying to dance. But when the main act finally appeared, after all the lions, tigers, seals and elephants, Cassy the Clam brought the place down.

  • T. Michael Smith commented on the post, gather 3 weeks, 1 day ago

    Gather by the fire, was there order in broken English, while pointing there tazors in our direction. We heard a crashing sound-noise earlier but didn’t think it was close enough to be a problem. Maybe because their spaceship was so small.

    Either way, I reached for my girlfriends hand and we did what they said. For now…

  • T. Michael Smith commented on the post, outlet 1 month ago

    At the end of the outlet, it seemed caved in. Leroy agreed that it was still questionable . He was always thinking ahead. But behind the obvious. We had children with us.

  • My cousin is a jerk. He’s the fairy side of a gay relationship with his partner. Sometimes my cousin is flaming queer. The other guy is much tougher. And you’d never think he was homosexual. Either way I don’t care, but my cousin sure does, he’s a jerk.

  • The skyline was full of clouds, and they were moving fast. The colors added to the clouds by the setting sun was a deep orange and violet combination with just the slightest edge of red and yellow. The river hills were visible but I just wasn’t high enough. I stood inside the passenger side door but it still wasn’t high enough. I climbed up onto…[Read more]

  • The tallest tree we found was twice as big as the one beside it. It looked ominous, and un-climbable. But Pete, Janice and Marcy were pumped. We had left home at two am this morning and knocked out 7.5 miles before the sun showed up. Now we see the tree we viewed from the valley below. We made it. But we aren’t at the tippy top yet. Pete sets up…[Read more]

  • The sailboats were anchored peacefully in the harbor. But the approaching storm was nothing but dark ominous clouds, lightning and thunder. The sun had vanished and now the wind was picking up. A dog sitting nearby began to bark.

  • The other day the motel called me. I was only there for an hour and a half, on the other side of town, for lunch, but I got the call. They wanted to verify, and the local cops were interested, that I was there. I of course said “no”. Even though I was, but why would the police chief need to know? His wife was at work at the time. Or was it her…[Read more]

  • The crazed woman wrecked my car again. I swear, how many times do I have to tell her to slow the fuck down. This time she was putting on lipstick while going around a curve on her way home form work. Why would she need to put on lipstick to come home to me?

  • T. Michael Smith commented on the post, radical 5 months ago

    The radical mouse outran the cat, mostly in circles. Then it stopped. Dead in it’s tracks and rolled over on it back. His little legs were sticking straight up in a paralyzed state. He was playing deceased but the cat was hungry. The rodents radical effort to stay alive didn’t work this time.

  • “For lunch I want you” she demanded with a sly unselfish grin. “You, for lunch, on the table now, then we’ll have drinks.” I was just a little set back, not sure if this was a test. Or a payoff for the bullshit she already put me through. Either way I win.

  • I care. I care, there, I said it again. If you die tonight, I’ll still care. About you, our memories together, our time spent in each others company. You are super special, and I care. But where’s the money man?

  • Today the basil sold, like a weed. Seems to be that many farmers are running low these days. Less land, less hands, less motivation; less basil. You can smoke it, but the results are something too beautiful to come back down from.

  • T. Michael Smith commented on the post, typical 6 months ago

    My typical demise has baffled not only myself, but the best n euro doctors within our current universe or world. It’s beyond them, which makes it beyond me.

    I need a job.

    They mentioned that I was “over” skilled. “Over” qualified to get a j.o.b. in a warehouse.

    Sucks to be me. Aim high.

  • She was scared, but I was tormented. A furious rage started in my toes, worked its way up my legs, through my stomach and into my shoulders. Which were now squared off. Her quezzy-ness made me indestructible. They came in one by one, but the three hungry rabbits on the trail were no match for me on this day.

  • The comedian wasn’t laughing now. He was locked up in a basement jail cell in a small Colorado town. His crime wasn’t well known, but the local sheriff didn’t appreciate his jokes about cowboys. He vanished and didn’t get the last laugh after all.