You will sit in darkness, Swallowed by silence, Until the angel of solitude...– Saul Williams
Strange things that freak me out
- blond triplets - large quantities of mayonnaise and other off-white condiments - talking arachnids in children’s films and television - really visible black-heads - pasty ginger kids - potato roots - smiley face drawings with a lot of teeth
The cops had found the hobo’s stuff. She’d hid it inside empty storage bins with tarp laid over them. Stupid. Now it all lay strewn on the subway station floor. Blankets ripped from inside trash bags—a pair of ragged winter boots with shredded laces. She’d probably just stored everything for spring-cleaning—no need for covers when she can dance like a barefoot hippie. She thought she was safe...
I don’t know if rape jokes encourage rape culture. I don’t care. You still...– An Addendum, On Rape Jokes.
The three microfictions, “Dick”, “Pancakes”, and “Infanticide”, all originated from the same longer short story that I then cut apart and edited down.
n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly.
Went to the Degas exhibit at the Portland Museum of Art. Mostly Degas’ friends, but still lovely to see some of one of my favorite misogynists’ artwork in person. Followed with some sketching and the rest of the evening spent at a hookah bar where the walls were covered in illustrations from Alice in Wonderland.
The zucchini was ruined; blood still seeping through the seedy middle. The fleshy vegetable looked much like the recent human penis she had seen. Not the shape of it, but the inside, now veiny with red. The bumps on the dark green skin like pimples. She didn’t remember much about him other than his dick, which she had refused after holding for three minutes—it had moved like a cat’s tail...
Her mother had taken to getting up in the morning with her despite not having to go to work till much later. Aurora would get out of the shower at around 5am, go downstairs, towel still wrapped around her head—to find her mother had already made her pancakes and bacon with heavy fake syrup drizzled over both. On that morning, she just wanted tea and Corn Flakes. She ignored her mother’s...
Killing the baby had been a good idea. The mother obviously couldn’t take care of it. The grandmother was a separate piece of work altogether. That baby wouldn’t have grown up to be much. The mom didn’t have the chance when it was still insider her, so she waited, it’s what I would have done.
- four hours of sleep—woke up at 4:00am. - amid my desire to fall back asleep, begin to cry about my dead cat. - express fear of turning into a crazy cat spinster lady to Nicholas.
I have been gone for a while. In January I was gifted cursed with the unbearable pain of a migraine that proceeded to last over two months. Nausea, dizziness, vomiting, weakness, trembling, depression—every miserable symptom. I’ve had migraines since I was little. My first one was at eight, so I’m experienced in just suffering through them because in the past nothing has worked. Everything...
Things that only happen to me
My elementary school teacher came over to my house and consumed all the French cheese my mum had brought back from France. I was looking forward to the art of savoring every piece. With red wine. And maybe olives.
- not getting any hours for camp week is bad for my financial life. - but it’s also kind of nice to have an entire week off.
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