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I’m in search of an editor.

Someone to organize the flow of information — the undulating circulation of knowledge — that propels me.

Help. That’s what I need.

Someone who can make it make sense.

» Posted By Robert On 04.30.2019 @ 9:48 am


Around and around the little strip spins as a new idea comes into play. A cassette full of memories, who knew.

» Posted By Robert On 01.07.2019 @ 5:18 am


What a funny man, she said.

And then she was gone.

Had he not made her laugh?

Was a laugh not but an orgasm of the mouth?

Was it not?

Was he wrong?

» Posted By Robert On 03.08.2018 @ 3:47 pm


He scampered quickly across the rooftops, barely letting the balls of his feet touch the tiles before they were off again. He recalled hearing, “Cat on a hit tin roof,” but he couldn’t remember what it related to. It didn’t matter. Escape was the only thing on his mind.

» Posted By Robert On 03.02.2017 @ 8:25 am


He didn’t move. There was no flinch, even in the soft spot around his eyes. She struck him with truth from her tongue but he could only absorb the shock. It was too late to avoid the honesty. But he won’t run. He’ll take every shot she can hurl at him. He deserves it. Anything is better than losing her. And even if he does, at least he’ll have this one last memory of their time together.

» Posted By Robert On 02.28.2017 @ 8:18 am


I had to make a choice.

The two paths in front of me stretched far beyond my sight, like long rivers – fury in their white rapids and serenity in their still meanders – and though their bends would drew near each other, they remained separate all the same. I could not see where they would meet, or where they would part – the pain of choosing one over the other, a cruel choice between pragmatism and subjectivity, words that surely contradict each other in meaning but share a common nature: love or love? Yet if I choose one, I cannot bring myself to say that I chose love.

I made a choice to have both in my life. Love is in pragmatism and love is in subjectivity, pillars to build a foundation on my reality – but the void between them I will feel cause their echoes to reverberate in my mind, and all I can manage is to watch from five feet behind.

I guess that’s what you get with degrees in Japanese Language & Literature and Communication Studies. I didn’t even mention poor fate of Ecological Restoration…

» Posted By Robert On 02.20.2017 @ 5:53 pm


“Happy New Year!!!!” the room cheered, corks were popping and the champagne was flowing. The good stuff too, Dom Perignon. Everyone getting their first kiss of the new year…everyone but me and the homely girl in the corner. She seemed nice enough, I’ll walk over to her. I grab a second flute and make my way over. We make eye contact, I extend one of the flutes, she turns her head and states, “not if you were the last guy on earth.”
Well, this is going to be a great year, off to a wonderful start. I stand there, frozen, two champagne glasses in my hand.

» Posted By Robert On 01.16.2017 @ 7:25 am


Angels are the most beautiful of all creatures, they fall from the sky, yet fall graciously. However they are hard to come by, but when you come across one you will know. But the devil was once an angel.

» Posted By Robert On 03.21.2016 @ 7:30 pm


Venture is a key word. Back in the days I could actually venture, I’d do it as often as I could. I’d grab my new bride, and we’d go to a random town and venture with the locals there. I long for those days.

» Posted By Robert On 12.10.2015 @ 5:44 pm


Normal is the watchword, she said. Indeed, the word was innocuous, yet in this town, it held more weight in theory than in practice. Strange things happened all the time, and while some were willfully blind, others saw…everything.

» Posted By Robert On 11.03.2015 @ 4:31 am


There’s a lot out there that I’d like to discover. Discover a new life, a new partner, a new scene. But instead, I am here, on this computer, hoping I’ll discover more from the comfort of my home…like that’s ever worked for me. I’m too comfortable, even when I’m upset, I still get nowhere

» Posted By Robert On 08.11.2014 @ 4:51 pm


“You’re stalling!” He said.

The group waited for me to demonstrate my latest magic trick, turning a penny into a quarter. I thought I had it, all the practice that I did. And yet, nothing was happening. I had to buy more time to make the magic come back.

» Posted By Robert On 06.05.2014 @ 4:31 pm


There you sat, coiled in a ring. I always wondered how you could twist and turn your body that way. You said you were in pain, but I think now that you were lying; you just liked the attention. My memories of you are fading, thankfully.

» Posted By Robert On 05.21.2014 @ 8:05 pm


Sterile. It was only one word but it described his apartment so well. He had only recently moved in, but he was never one to keep many personal effects. There was a photo of him with his parents as a young boy stuck to the fridge, and he had a few books on travel from his youth.

» Posted By Robert On 04.18.2014 @ 3:55 am


I leaned on his shoulder for support as I resisted collapsing into the grave with her. The sepulcher seemed to invite, beckon me to it, in all its death and impending decay. I looked at her lifeless body and tried to resist the lure of the tomb that she called me to.

» Posted By Robert On 03.28.2014 @ 2:31 pm


Chivalry is an arbitrary notion of how one should treat a supposedly ‘noble’ man. While it makes for rather light-hearted entertainment at the expense of the poor, ignoble peasant class, it ignores the fact that you are still a fucking moron.

» Posted By Robert On 08.13.2013 @ 5:30 pm


Oh dey beckoning. The gods dey beckoning to me. What of it? What does it mean? Oh dey are tellin me dat I should not relent. But waht of it!?

» Posted By Robert On 08.12.2013 @ 6:42 pm


I’ve often thought of myself as the sort of person who requires justification for everything I do – in other words, to rationalize through life. However, the more that I think about it, the more I realize that justification is always based on prior beliefs; some reasonable, but some that are so ingrained that it’s arbitrariness is forgotten. Thus, my conviction for the next semester and year is to live more spontaneously, to discard prior beliefs, and go with the flow.

» Posted By Robert On 08.10.2013 @ 8:33 pm


life is instant. for some people. that is. but maybe its instant to everyone but just not everyone keeps up to it. never realised 60 seconds was this long. so many things could happen. this is how instant life is.

» Posted By robert On 06.29.2013 @ 4:43 pm


This is it. Perfect solitude. A blanket on the grass underneath the stars. The perfect host for a beautiful summer’s night. What else could he ask for. Just a man, a dog, a jeep and no home to hold him back. The world was full of opportunity and he had no reason to stay in one place.

» Posted By Robert On 06.04.2013 @ 3:54 am


Stores are great because they can convey information that I would normally not know or care about, but maybe the story is great and then I will start to care about it and that would be good because stories have the power to do that even when the story is boring it can be somewhat entertaining because stories are like that some people tell good stories but mostly people are terrible story tellers but sometimes they are good I like stories.

» Posted By Robert On 05.06.2013 @ 9:32 pm


Also is always bearer of bad news. Always has been allways will be.

» Posted By Robert On 03.09.2013 @ 5:12 am


I can never tell when a woman is sending me signalts, and it’s the worst at restaraunts. Like, I somehow can always confuse common customer curtosey for legimate romantic interest, and it doesn’t matter who the person is. An beat

» Posted By Robert On 03.06.2013 @ 9:30 pm


Time slipping, soul lost, wondering, remembering, what was instilled within. The secret, the code of Orion.

» Posted By Robert On 03.02.2013 @ 4:45 pm

Fear, it came often, when the machines searched at night. The IR signature of the remaining humanity was easier to see, in the dark. Instilled it was, fear, of the machines.

» Posted By Robert On 03.02.2013 @ 4:43 pm



» Posted By Robert On 02.18.2013 @ 1:16 pm


It was cold and the snow was blowing across the field where the wheat was supposed to grow. it was supposed to be gold but instead it was white. Well gray mostly. And this was their spring. This was their food. These were their dreams. Nothing growing except the snow.

» Posted By Robert On 02.09.2013 @ 12:44 am


There I was a visitor to another world, lost yet somewhat comforted that I had arrived. I walked slowly through the distant landscape, unaware I was being watched. Yet some how I knew that there were eyes on me.

» Posted By Robert On 01.28.2013 @ 11:25 am

He walked in the door like he owned the place, truth was he was my visitor of the day. He looked around as if he was looking for somebody, he seemed nervous.

» Posted By Robert On 01.28.2013 @ 11:21 am


everything is cool the wind the weather my clothes my smile my styile all a while it may get hot u must remain cool at all times so all the cool girls can no ur are cool as well right… right being cool is eveyrthing if your not cool your not you and thats some cool shit to type in a cool 60 seconds as my big homie would say and that boy right their now he COOL

» Posted By robert On 01.27.2013 @ 8:05 pm

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