#1
"This is why girls should burn their journals," I said.
I was pacing on the front porch in my underwear smoking, beating myself
to shit over something I didn't even really care about.
"You may not want to pick me up at the house anymore," she said.
Her mother had found her journal.
She had written extensively about having sex with me.
The first time.
The best time.
How often we had went to bed together.
"I lied and told them that it was about Brad."
The last boyfriend.
My crown had been taken from me four times.

Halloween night I found a happy hour to fit my budget and sat down.
I'm 22 years old, all vivied up with a new hat and coat and plans for the future, I say!
Portland will be real good to me.
A crowd of people came in and sat at the table across from me.
I buy my underwear from Costco and they buy their clothes from Lola and Lotus Vintage catalogs and I heard one of them snicker at my eight dollar plaid shirt and my red Nike hightops and my beard of pubic hair strewn about my face like loose seaweed wrapping around my jawline after a swim in the Oregon coastline.
I started to sing loudly to myself:
"Let's go sell our soul to the Indie Rock machine.
Write songs about crane's and the ocean and captain's lost at sea.
Lighthouses and war widows and things we've never seen.
We've witnessed the wisdom of the ages and we're all of 19."
They approached me and I dropped my glass and started swinging wildly at a
great burdensome menace that I had created myself to stretch my problems to a point
where they would never exist unless I stirred them up in public.
Two black eyes.
A busted lip.
Broken nose.
Bruised ribs.
I went home that night and poured my heart out to the neighboring girl in my apartment building.
I had caught her taking the trash out.

That next morning I tripped in the bathroom and re-opened the wounds on my face.
You called me.
"How is it out there?"
The bathroom is a mess, but it doesn't speak for the city.
"I got into a bar fight last night and I just re-opened all of the wounds."
I'm out of master cleanse materials.
I really need to get four lemons today.
"I'm sorry! But hey, at least it will add character."
When was the last time I dressed up for Halloween?
I've been wearing this Robert Evans costume for too many years.
"What the fuck would you know about character?"
Poor advice.
#2
coherent randy.

"I buy my underwear from Costco and they buy their clothes from Lola and Lotus Vintage catalogs and I heard one of them snicker at my eight dollar plaid shirt and my red Nike hightops and my beard of pubic hair strewn about my face like loose seaweed wrapping around my jawline after a swim in the Oregon coastline.
I started to sing loudly to myself:
"Let's go sell our soul to the Indie Rock machine.
Write songs about crane's and the ocean and captain's lost at sea.
Lighthouses and war widows and things we've never seen.
We've witnessed the wisdom of the ages and we're all of 19."

this part is a little typical for you, so i say edit that. otherwise it is pretty great.
#3
You captivate my interest almost the whole way through. I thought it kind of drifted off in the last 8 lines (besides the last line) but this was really great to read. You're a great storyteller. Hope your getting by alright.
Anatomy Anatomy
Whale Blue Review

Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
#4
I'm getting by just fine I suppose. I've been sleeping in a stranger's car in Portland for a week now and I broke my nose in a bar fight three nights ago.

But I'm having a blast.


I hope my writer's block ends soon...
Poor advice.
#5
Fuck the snickers, at least you're living.

As someone pretending to be David Bowie once said: “Oh the media monkeys and the junket junkies will invite you to their plastic pantomime. Throw their invitations away!”


Lovely piece of writing, as usual.
On the eight day we spoke back...

let there be sound.
#6
Hope you're doing well buddy.

My opinion mirror's pixies', but I don't think it's as distracting.
マリ「しあわっせはーあるいってこないだーからあるいってゆっくんだねーん 
いっちにっちいっぽみーかでさんぽ
 さーんぽすすんでにっほさっがるー 
じーんせいはっわんつー!ぱんち・・・


"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching

#7
this was beautiful, as usual. I think this was extra special for me because there was none of your usual vagueness and abstract thought, this was down and dirty truth and it was beautiful. I will read this many more times today, I think. You have made my day, welcome back.
#8
This was great.
There are a couple of loose punctuation marks and if they're meant to indicate a double meaning I don't quite understand it... here 'crane's and the ocean and captain's'. I liked that part though, it's nothing like anything I've read of yours before (I know I don't comment, but I read when I see your name), but it's ruddy good. I liked the overall feeling.
I'll read this again when I get time, see if I have something more to take from it and something more to say.
There's only one thing we can do to thwart the plot of these albino shape-shifting lizard BITCHES!
#10
Quote by stellar_legs
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"Let's go sell our soul to the Indie Rock machine.
Write songs about crane's and the ocean and captain's lost at sea.
Lighthouses and war widows and things we've never seen.



decemberists?
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...and the bassist comes up to the EQ and moves all the sliders into the typical smiley face pattern and in a really thick Jamaican accent said "you can't have de bass without de smiley face"