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There’s always a reason to go to war. One of them insulted our pride or one of them threatened our neighbor or one of them is charging to much for exports or whatever. We’ll never run out of ways to justify conflict. So why don’t we start looking at reasons to justify peace instead? We certainly can’t do any worse.

» Posted By Brian W On 03.06.2018 @ 4:44 pm


“I’ll get there someday”, I told myself. The setting sun on the horizon stretched out before me, bathing the treeline below my mountain-side vantage in a blanket of gold. I walked forward and opened the wide glass doors from the bedroom to the picturesque balcony outside and stepped out for a moment to take in the whole scene. Instinctively I reached my hand out towards the sun, wanting to hold it in place to keep that moment alive just a while longer.
“Someday,” I continued to myself, “Someday *I’ll* be the one with the beautiful house in the mountains getting robbed.” I then turned back inside and continued with my burglary.

» Posted By Brian W On 02.17.2018 @ 11:57 pm


It’s hard being a grownup. Every day I wake up and have to remind myself that I’m in my own bed, in my own house, and have to get ready to go to my own real adult job. It’s weird. Will I ever stop feeling like a juvenile and start feeling like an adult? I don’t think I’m likely to get the answer to that anytime soon; maybe not ever. Maybe we’re all just wandering around in adult disguises wondering when we’re finally gonna feel like we’re not just kids playing pretend.

» Posted By Brian W On 10.07.2017 @ 7:06 pm


The cake was staring at me. It probably thought I was staring at it too, but I could tell it liked the attention. Strutting its sexy chocolate ribbons and sultry white frosting flowers. What a slutty little thing. “No,” I tell myself, “I can do better.” I know that for a fact; I’m stronger enough to resist the pull of this enticing treat. I can win this one. I can defeat temptation.
…Tomorrow. I can defeat temptation tomorrow.
Today, I’m going to let the cake win.

» Posted By Brian W On 10.05.2017 @ 3:41 pm


He sat at his desk, wondering when lunch was. This stupid day couldn’t get worse, could it? First he got a flat tire on the way in, then the boss yelled at him for causing a backup in the workload from last week, and then when he opened his corporate email he was bombarded with a deluge of urgent emails waiting for his response. But at least he had the lunch coming: seared duck on infused grit-cake with a foie gras sauce that he had ordered to be delivered at 1:00 from the local French fusion place down the street. At least he had this one bright spot on this darkest of days to look forward to. At least, that is, if the damn clock would hurry the hell up and move forward. He looked at his watch again, 10:52. It is going to be a long day.

» Posted By Brian W On 06.14.2017 @ 1:47 pm


I still get nervous when I see her smile. It’s incredible; like you’d never believe. Her whole face lights up. Her cheeks warm with soft pink, her nose crinkles, and those incredible magical dimples expose themselves. She’s never been able to fake a smile, either. You know what you’re getting with her. When she smiles, you always know it’s the real deal. And nothing feels more incredible. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.

» Posted By Brian W On 06.09.2017 @ 12:22 am


It was a great day. Jonny came home and was smiling for the first time in months. The appointment had gone well. This new doctor is a miracle worker, I could tell already. I rubbed Jonny’s hair lovingly and asked what caused such a breakthrough and made him smile again. He replied, “Dr. Franklin told me it’s not always all my fault. He said it’s usually your fault, mom.”

Dr. Franklin is an asshole.

» Posted By Brian W On 05.18.2017 @ 8:59 pm


There are a lot of birds in the world. Some blue, some black, some red, and some white. Small ones, big ones, tall ones, round ones. The world is full of so many birds. That’s what it’s like – the world. Full of so much more than we can even imagine. So many look to the stars (and there is so much out there as well), but forget to turn their heads and look at the world around them. Every piece of our planet is so much more complex and fascinating than we could ever imagine. Even the birds.

» Posted By Brian W On 05.16.2017 @ 1:58 pm


I hate the way he looks at me. Those dark hateful eyes – like daggers staring into my soul. I still feel guilty over hurting him. I remember that night; staring into the sky together, our backs against the woven blanket and the stars painted above us. It was beautiful. Beautiful, until I asked him if he had farted.

» Posted By Brian W On 05.08.2017 @ 8:42 pm


I hate my body. One day I’ll improve it. At least that’s what I tell myself. It’s hard work though, isn’t it? But maybe it’s the sort of work that is worth it; a way to transform yourself from something you’re unhappy with to a more satisfying version. I’ve meditated before and found it helpful. I didn’t understand what meditation was for a long time; I thought it was just trying to focus on some inner spirituality for some sort of cosmic awareness. In reality, it’s just about turning down the volume on my exceptionally overactive mind. Maybe it’s time to see if my body can follow suit.

» Posted By Brian W On 05.04.2017 @ 3:40 pm


I need to drink less soda. I open my fridge and there it was, the last can of coke. A forced start to my resolution. An escape from the marriage to sugar. The cold red can stares back at me like I stare at it; a sweet locked gaze of love and regret. I reach for the can, but stop just short of grabbing it. Not yet. I’ll say goodbye another time.

» Posted By Brian W On 04.28.2017 @ 2:15 pm


Have you ever seen something you can’t unsee? I did once. I walked in on my parents. It was a nightmare. How am I supposed to get my eyes clean again? It was like two polar bears wrestling over the corpse of a freshly killed seal. It was like a Jackson Pollock painting done on a piece of cardboard pulled out of a trash dump. It was like… well, it was like seeing your parents fucking.

» Posted By Brian W On 04.26.2017 @ 12:29 pm


I wish my eyesight wasn’t going. It’s not fair; I used to be able to rely on so much about my body. Now it’s old, and creaky, and unreliable. It’s not fair. I wake up to the sounds of cracking. I groan when I stand. My bladder holds only fractions of what it could. But I’m smarter. I’m sharper. I know myself better than ever before. I guess that’s the trade-off of age; we take the good with the bad.

» Posted By Brian W On 04.20.2017 @ 12:43 pm


I always wanted to be famous. And I’ve always hated that about myself. It’s a vain obsession and one that is much too common in people my age. So I try to resist it, try to keep in my more realistic endeavors for myself. And yet, here I am, recording yet another mock YouTube video. Certain that fame will come with the brilliance that must be hiding inside me; how could anyone *not* hear what I have to say? I hate it. Stop me, me.

» Posted By Brian W On 04.18.2017 @ 11:23 am


I never learned to park the right way. It was always a foreign idea. My driveway was strange; you could only park in reverse. It didn’t make sense, but that was the reality. So I am a master at parking in reverse, but I’m fucked trying to park like a normal person. I just can’t figure out where the wheels go or how to judge distance or anything…. It’s just not my forté. So you see, officer, that’s why I knocked down that stop sign…

» Posted By Brian W On 04.12.2017 @ 10:58 am


Living in DC is not always fun. Everyone is so obsessed with politics; you can’t escape it in any avenue. Go out to dinner, hear political talk. On the roads, see political stickers. Meet somebody new, first thing they’ll ask is where you work (which in DC is a very political topic). I can’t wait to get out of here. Oh, also my team is right and yours is wrong; someday I’ll move to a place where my politics win. But I can’t wait to escape politics.

» Posted By Brian W On 04.11.2017 @ 9:03 pm


I never wanted to be like this, and I’m not sure where it went wrong. I remember wanted to be a fireman or an astronaut as a kid. To do something meaningful. Meanwhile, I’m sitting where with this stack of accounting forms, falling asleep as the numbers all blur into one. What happened? Is it too late for me? I pause. I stand up, look at the endless field of desks in front of me. No, I won’t be them, not anymore. I cup my hands on either side of my mouth, face my boss’s office, and scream: “I quit!”

» Posted By Brian W On 04.10.2017 @ 11:04 am


I couldn’t stop thinking about her. There was just something new and exciting about her. Something I hadn’t seen before. She was beautiful, sure… but that wasn’t it. She was funny and flirtly… but it was something different.
I couldn’t put it into words, but all I knew was that she made me feel different; like there was a whole world to see that I had never even considered.
And I hope that I get to see it with her.

» Posted By Brian W On 04.08.2017 @ 8:31 pm


I stared at her house. Right across the street; I could be there in almost a matter of seconds. Just a few quick pedals and I’m there. Maybe I’d get away with it… Maybe I’d make it in time… If only this tricycle moved a little faster, I could be over there where I’m not allowed.

» Posted By Brian W On 08.03.2014 @ 3:03 pm


The mountains. I’ve always wanted to see the mountains. I mean, we have some here I suppose, but they’re nothing special. I want big. I want grand. That’s sort of a theme with me, I suppose. Why settle for less when the best is out there waiting to be found? I will see them. I don’t know when, I don’t know how. I’m not even sure how I’ll make it through tomorrow… but damnit, I’m going to see them. The best. Sometimes, you just have to have the best.

» Posted By Brian W On 08.02.2014 @ 11:05 pm


God it’s hot out. I can’t believe she wanted to meet outside on a day like this. I’d rather be sitting in a nice climate controlled coffee house. What couldn’t have better been talked about someplace like that? But Sheri is one of a kind and it’s no use arguing with her when she gets her mind set. As I look up, sweat in my eyes, I see her tiny frame waving as she walks my way. “It’s hot,” I say. She laughs, but I can see a strange sort of strain behind her eyes. I’m officially worried. “What’s wrong?” Sheri laughs, her voice raspy. “You always were good at getting right into the heart of me, weren’t you?” I nod softly, but I don’t remove my gaze from her. She starts again, “I…. I need to tell you something important. Very important.” I gulp, lump forming in my throat. “It’s….” she struggles to get out. “I’m… I’m dying, Vance.” I feel the color drop from my face. “Well yeah, so am I,” I attempt to joke back in response. “You know what I mean,” she says.

» Posted By Brian W On 07.05.2014 @ 9:34 pm


This sinking feeling. It never gets better. It just gets darker. I still wake up every morning with the thought of her. Of what I could have done better. Of what I could have done to keep her alive. It’s all in the past, I know… but that doesn’t keep the nightmares away. Every morning it’s just me, thoughts of her, and another glass of scotch. I can’t imagine what it will be like when that bottle is finally empty.

» Posted By Brian W On 08.23.2011 @ 5:21 am


It was the last job of the day. All I had to do was transport this one, innocuous package. I rang the doorbell, and there she was. This woman, this lustful beast, clothed in nothing but a red towel, her lock crimson locks flowing down to her knees. “Hello,” she said.

» Posted By Brian W On 08.21.2011 @ 7:50 am


eternal guard, gaurd the forest. Eternal is the forest. Thus the forest gaurds itsself. This can be seen in the slow violence of biological decay, the destruction of roads, pipes and houses.

» Posted By Brian W On 11.18.2009 @ 5:19 pm

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