After many experiments, I have officially concluded that, in fact, these are the sounds of the rain and washing machines as best can be represented by human speech! Rain 1. Shlip-Splop 2. Blink-Tink 3. Vavoom 4. Pink-Plink 5. Stop-Slop 6. Crinkle-Crack Washing Machine 1. Shimy-Shake 2. Sixes 3. Broth 4. Viscous 5. Seepage 6. WorcestershireContinue reading “Experiment 27 ½: Rain and Washing Machines”
Tag Archives: Surrealism
The Ones that Protect my Dreams and the Ones that I Kill
26 Sick Days
Dear Professor, I am unable to make it to class today because it is raining, and I cannot afford the proper shoes. Dear Professor, I did not attend class because your comments were hurtful. I hope to complete the course and attain the necessary credits from afar. Dear Professor, I didn’t want to disappoint youContinue reading “26 Sick Days”
AMERICA INC ©
Hello America, come on in. You have mud on your shoes, don’t bring that in here. See my TV nice and big huh? Would you like to sit on the sofa, couch, futon, Lazy Boy ™? Never mind, no time to sit around here just keep standing there till your knees give out. But don’tContinue reading “AMERICA INC ©”
School, Guitar, and Death
I could hear the simple melody from afar. Correction: I could see it. Beautiful blue electricity crossed my vision. As I walked across the campus and passed the sun-bleached green picnic tables, the colors danced enticing me to follow. Sensuous electric fingers pleading and pulling. On the concrete steps, sweating in the sun, sat aContinue reading “School, Guitar, and Death”
We See the World Upside Down
The Refusal of Reality
Because, because, because
Why? I don’t know. Why? Bored? No. You? Maybe. Then, why? Because I have to. Why? To breathe, to smile, to live, to sleep, to hush the voices, to feel normal But, why? Why does anyone? Have we switched roles? Have we? You can’t switch roles when you only have one to play. Why? Don’tContinue reading “Because, because, because”
A Short Conversation
If I could speak to her about me then how could I talk about us without him getting jealous of them?
Childhood Reality
(This is an excerpt from my childhood diary.)
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