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Filling balloons for a job isn’t that bad. I mean, pop one in, fill er’ up for three seconds, and then instantaneous free entertainment! ‘Course, that’s how things were supposed to go that day, until she showed up. With her flowing hair, no one expected it to have that much static to discharge.

» Posted By David John On 04.27.2012 @ 11:14 am


A gallery of his most renowned works were there for all to see. In every direction, displayed for those whom could get in to see. It was a private gallery, left only to those privileged to see his work. A gallery everyone can see is not special, it is general.

» Posted By David John On 02.21.2012 @ 11:30 am


Shelter in a storm is most unwelcome when you find that it is entirely filled with flesh-eating maggots falling out of every crevice in the ceiling. Ah the misery of post-elephant take-over. No one saw this coming, elephants forcing us to live in the most dire of living conditions.

» Posted By David John On 02.18.2012 @ 5:02 pm


Adopting a new plan of escape is always difficult once you have failed at least twenty-three times. At least, that’s how many tally-marks I have on my prison walls. This space, this place of my demise, once a home, now traps me. Help.

» Posted By David John On 02.09.2012 @ 11:43 am


They creep in, never subsiding for the most simplest of times. The padding, thick, comforting, and delicious food from the little hole in the wall, walls, walls, walls…
They say I’m special, but the walls say otherwise.

» Posted By David John On 02.07.2012 @ 11:15 am


A burst of light, raindrops of pure energy touch lips with eternity. No one would describe a star exploding as “sparkling” from up close. Hanging in the sky, however, to see an explosion that, holding your hands up can be cupped in your hands, is more pretty.

» Posted By David John On 01.11.2012 @ 5:02 pm


Clouds passing by, covering any trae oc that gorgeous celestial ball in the sky for weeks on end. In the northwest, life can get pretty bland

» Posted By David John On 01.10.2012 @ 11:20 am


A dozen ideas stacked on top of one another.
where do they end?
from fashion to theoretical mathematics,
his mind never stops going. Now if only he would put it all together
and say “hi” to the world outside.

» Posted By David John On 01.06.2012 @ 1:44 pm


hauling our lives in hollow trunks behind us everywhere we go. Onto trains, in a passenger seat’s of our lonesome beetles running on asphalt roads leading no where. Our past haunts us, why do we hang onto it so closely?

» Posted By David John On 01.03.2012 @ 3:42 pm


Dusk has fallen on our little tiown, coating the houses with the surreal qualities of night and day; dancing between the two, it is lost in it’s own demise. The deeds of the day and the pain laid thick tonight, a town of theives never sleeps, bidding our time in dusk’s honest light.

» Posted By David John On 12.20.2011 @ 2:17 pm


That little sneak! He tried to take all of my oranges in the middle of the night. Sure he’s just a cat, but I see that look in his eyes. It says, “I want to ruin you and your produce!”

» Posted By David John On 12.08.2011 @ 12:44 pm


A futuristic skyline, filled with streams of life flowing with the electric currents charging the city with life. No lines to be seen, but beams of light carry traffic, energy, communication. Life. A skyline of the future is no skyline at all.

» Posted By David John On 11.29.2011 @ 11:19 am


as dim as the situation may have seemed, our minds were set on that ever-further goal. Lifted up and further in, our goal drifted as a feather on the wind, gathering up, twirling around, and landing like a transcendent ballerina .

» Posted By David John On 11.28.2011 @ 11:15 am


President lives currently in the present day. He used to live in the past, but that was before they found that time machines built before the year of 1972 had a severe defect that would cause them to spontaneously expand to the size of the universe and encapsulate all time; very uncomfortable for a finite being such as the president.

» Posted By David John On 11.25.2011 @ 11:37 am


They fly across cool desert nights, faster than the air the gods of the evening cut through, flowing, flowing, gone.

» Posted By David John On 11.24.2011 @ 1:21 pm


laughter has evaded my own person; i lack all fulfilment of the requirements. Joy? Gone. Do you find what is needed to live like it really is funny or good enough to laugh about?

» Posted By David John On 11.21.2011 @ 8:16 pm


Rules bring about meaning, they tie together the chaos; order in madness. But can I ever live by the rules that wish to break me free, to give me a life worthwhile?

Dancing through a field of roses

» Posted By David John On 11.20.2011 @ 2:08 pm


I don’t feel so positive about this situation, as if it were to be any different; i’m tired of dealing with the emotions of other’s so intrinsically that I do not have a life beyond their own.

» Posted By David John On 11.10.2011 @ 11:33 am


making a print of the money of the world of the plane of the map. Does anything make sense in our world, when it’s simply a print from slab of metal, sitting in a warehouse somewhere? Money is made in prints, and that adds no value

» Posted By David John On 11.09.2011 @ 2:06 pm


The autumm air is welcoming to me, reminding to some when things are ready to go. A special time of year that reminds you that some things are meant to die so that life may truly come, that holing up for a time is what’s necessary for life to begin.

» Posted By David John On 11.07.2011 @ 7:43 pm


He knew what was to be done

saw the pain the sorrow that he would feel. . .

and regret.

I wish I were not that man, but I know what must be done: be happy for myself and not raise alarm to what may lead to pain ahead.

no alarm just living

» Posted By David John On 11.06.2011 @ 11:57 pm

the man knew what was going to happen when that alarm would be thrown, he would be labled as the “alamist”, the one who told all, the one who saw what happened, the witness to the crime that no amount of therapy could ever turn around. he saw a murder and would not take it sitting down. now he would pay for it.

» Posted By David John On 11.06.2011 @ 5:42 pm


never enough space to put my things
cigarette burns and beer glass rings
scars on its face.

» Posted By David John On 02.25.2011 @ 6:30 pm


that stupid duck would never leave me alone. i knew it knew what i knew, but i wasn’t going to tell. no, the secrets of my donkey’s arse best be left alone…who knows? he may be the source of all that is good

» Posted By David John On 11.17.2010 @ 7:21 pm


He knew was going to hate today. Joey, his wonderful little cousin was coming over later today. and what did he always want to play? the musty old, leather hats, the cow hides, the yee-haws and the yee-hoos . . . it was going to be a long afternoon

» Posted By David John On 11.16.2010 @ 6:02 pm


He knew he should have studied. that’s apparent now, but how easy it is to forget! how is anyone supposed to remember what he is supposed to remember with all this noise?

» Posted By David John On 11.12.2010 @ 7:18 pm


I knew i should have been doing something, something that would just keep things moving along. all of those people, they were desperate, but i just ignored them and refused to lend any aid. why did i do this? because i wanted to watch TV

» Posted By David John On 11.10.2010 @ 7:49 pm


the book was average, nothing special about it, but Steven knew something was queer about it, there was something hidden in the golden leaves of that simple book. they say its lasted time, it has lasted war, famine, and death.

» Posted By David John On 11.09.2010 @ 3:53 pm


yesterday sure was louusy, but you know what? everydays lousy if you have to stumble through satire like i did! those were terrible times, and i want to talk to people to boot…

» Posted By David John On 11.08.2010 @ 4:23 pm


the radar swept back and forth, while the mother looked onward. the entire sub was anticapting the single phrase: she’s hit!. sweet dearest mother knew what must be done to stop her son, but it would be difficult

» Posted By David John On 11.06.2010 @ 7:21 pm

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