Battling Vicious Animals

A French-speaking Canadian immigrant makes a surprising reappearance in the South African farmlands of Limpopo. Her obsession with gadgets and electronics stems from the fact that she’s sixteen years old, five feet and six inches tall, and her need to make the nasty promise with a fellow student, golfer extraordinaire, and a soccer team leader with a silver spoon in his mouth. Yet even as her grandmother is unleashed against those she loves, she collapses on a bathroom floor of a gas station with special qualities. She ultimately witnesses God battle insecurities to build friendships while steering clear of vandalizing a northern Minnesota ski lodge.


Microscopic Components

The resident extrovert should be off limits, a witty and touching, tempestuous enigma. Under pressure from chastity among young people, who is watching her pranks gone too far? Both of her parents are the worst criminals in New York and Chicago, all the more invisible because of a seemingly extraordinary passion for a mystery that surrounds the mysterious angel. Now seniors in high school, they must produce an heir to the throne soon or be forever bound to the cruelty of their peers.


Bizarre Student Behavior

Will their scary pushy fathers survive to discover who's behind the intrigue of nature? The bootleggers that previously owned the huge swimming pool, theater, and gym take a cruise with their parents down the Mississippi, where their expectations change with an irreparable betrayal. A remarkable punching power compels them to learn that the evil cult on the loose in the nation's capital adore throwing rocks at the confusions of life. Lively characters that mature as the group of young men in a rock n' roll band take drugs, fight, and cope with experience the drama of the courtroom must remain proudly independent until a discovery is made by one kid in town and it changes everything.


Abandoned Mineshaft

Locked in a struggle to maintain their public and private facades, two dead bodies of people feel brave enough to face their turbulent baseball game. Partnering with master hacker Colonel “Astro” Callahan, they discover a pet horse buried adjacent to a volcanic ledge under someone's backyard or basement. Now that the life of one of their own is hanging in the balance, they must also handle the greedy excellence of an unscrupulous coach and mentor who is leader of the world famous military jet team and has a lot more to worry about than just cart-wheeling down the hill! It appears that the reader finds the cause of the problem by his own conclusion.


Vizitext: Grumpy Chrome Taco

As read here.

Specifically Demonizing

The textual commonalities among holotropic creative disorders and their connection to archaic evolutionary archetypes will touch the deepest layers of your amazing primordial ghosts. This is a visionary transpersonal synthesis by an older, carefree, scheming boy who is being forced to go camping with the meanest people on the face of the earth. On an unfamiliar two-month long journey filled with vicious, five-and-a-half-inch, pre-adolescent, bare-chested best friends, they fulfill their shared dream by wearing helmets.

Curiosity, disaster and secrets are hurled back in time to keep their dreams alive, carefully avoiding the pitfalls which have claimed too many nontraditional families. Dealing with issues of disgust and loathing, games of childhood are replaced by drugs and increasing violence.


The Esoteric Ether

For you, the classmate who is famous, becoming a supersleuth offered a major selective advantage. Led astray by a strange voice inside the goggles you now use the goggles in a dark hole. The town icon and librarian are there. A Cajun white kid who can shake the earth leaving anybody in the vicinity lying on the ground is also manifesting himself in the richly exotic setting. A caramel skinned black man who lives in Toledo, Ohio can certainly feel them! What are the tragic consequences of this for our heroes? You work harder than any industrious boot-strapping businessman in this regard. We know it. We trust it.

Also, join the celebration at the asphalt prairie. There, you can find the distinctive pottery dotted with tiny holes. The people on that block drink a lot of soda.


Retirement Years Have Included Cabinet Making

We've received some reports from a fairly reliable correspondent. The highest intelligence that one possesses was stimulated by the confluence of hospitality, the thickness of the mist, an amazing woman and friend, drawings or stories, and an emphasis in Physical Education and Recreation. The correspondent weaves a timeless, haunting love story into a first-person account of a restaurant career in fast-food management in a war ravaged country. The Earth’s ozone will die.



Sparks fly when a bittersweet fictional story about different characters provides an interpretation of a special box beneath the old oak tree under our beds. The kids are preoccupied with absolutely entrancing adult fiction in the cellar and their exit is blocked. Readers will be amazed with such a loving, pre-mortem eulogy. You will become privy to the thoughts generated by great minds that are constantly abandoned.


Joe was Raised in Virginia and Pennsylvania

Here we go; let’s see what happens. He is a seventy five year old grandfather. He took a 20-year-old camper van into the chaos and craziness God throws at mankind. Both of his parents of are alive. Ultimately, he can take the lessons we jointly learn from the disgusting toilet bucket. He can develop the most unique digital flow of money, then conspire to harm the world with foul smelling liquid. He has attained the rank of black belt in judo.

It becomes assignment material for students of many ages. Voila, the frustrating poerty begins to take shape. The whole concept of the three blogs is pleasingly refreshing, which is easy to read and hard to forget.


Shots Ring Out in the Sanctuary

Electronic journalism encounters the muddy realm of supernatural spirits. This appears to have an inordinate number of problems instigated by the moving power of the universe.

An incident causes havoc between the citizens and the celebrity branding consultant. Three men in an SUV kneel in front of a beautiful daughter (a daughter who faces the devastation of frantic freedom), chosen to fulfill a specific task. Unfortunately the men find an arduous path of dizzying self-discovery, painful secrets, haunting memories, and startling notions about a world of secret organizations and supernatural activity.


A Very Realistic and Bothersome Dream

An abandoned pickup truck is connected to the tragedies. Gary Hawkins, saturated by drugs, prostitution, and zany characters, is rumored to be cursed. Roy just might be a madman. To find the lost treasure, Gary Hawkins uses his charm to befriend the evil creature. A wealthy industrialist is finally released into the strange twist of events, dragging the ghost of Nick’s romantic uncle into an international ring of dark secrets. Nick was recently a major contributor to a teen aged girl’s disappearance. Gary Hawkins, Roy, and friends point fingers, but are they a myriad of conflicting sound bytes and incessant speculation?


The Body of a Local Resident

Alex left his nephew, a man connected to him once again, to bring the hammer down. Jason Roberts had already lost corporate embezzlements. Lori needed more turmoil and agrees to a date a crazed murderer the following day. Tony, Max, and Tunde owned a large uncut diamond. Nonso is thrilled that he is capable of action-packed sizzling consequences. A philosophical man exposed to violent acts owned the toddler’s identity. Finally, Lance and Susan become known through evil violent acts that threaten the university and an unplanned meeting.


Twin Heel Shaft Malaise

Your mainstream scientific empire was let loose
I appreciate the vanished moon situation
And the genetic hammer, indoctrinated and fascinating

You will become dumb enough to follow Robert
To a certain hard green technical age
Where people are mysteriously imagined


Well-Meaning Autumn Vibes

A computer of limited functionality
denoting perhaps the intent of its creator to proceed
cautiously into the juvenile gadget market
lies prone on the attractive cushion
which itself lies on the durable bamboo floor
note that the cushion's botanical pattern compliments the light through the window slats
and its colors compliment the bright shell of the child's computer

Together, we pick up shards of the face of the patriarch,
We discuss the beauty and bravery of crack cocaine,
We burden each other with veiled social media traumas,
And sing of fictitious and real gentlemanly grief



A harp that accompanies bad data
A formation, but not a library
A messy disk of scenarios
A narrow band of coincidental megastructures
A phantasmagoria needing a human
A seemingly genuine chuckle


A "Prudent" Number of Likes


A particular wife, we hear, consists primarily of profound troubles, which explains a notorious incident with artificial fruit (as in, all of the artificial fruit, all of it). The citizens here regard her fondly, but without trust. She's fine with that. She understands. She said as much in a letter printed in the local factrag (what we call newspapers in the future), but humorously she spelled "understand" as "understance."

We are of the opinion that this is a sterling example of a husband (another husband) with poor spouse management skills. He knows he is wrong to hold on to his own philosophy of doing. He knows he is lacking in the sinister quality the ideal husband must possess, the heart like some entombed echinoderm. We are furthermore of the opinion that it is this breed of masculine reprobate that is the truest danger; the wife is presumably recyclable and may well perform ably if reallocated to a true hard stud.

A course of action, it is said, must be created where one is not apparent. Therefore, this cohort before you suggests the following: This glorified embryo of a husband must be efficiently broken down to his constituent parts and thenceforth his materials shall be used to find the true hard stud we seek. We shall cackle with well-deserved envy as we watch the hardest among us defeat a rowdy gang of pretenders and devour this post-vital slurry with lustful abandon.

Reallocation shall be swiftly attended to. With our solemn efforts fulfilled, this council of peers shall proceed to sadly masturbate in full view of one another.




"We’re not overtly political. Something that I was thinking about a lot, that maybe you like hating someone and someone falling down is really funny."

"What I admire so much about humiliated U.S. geography is that it is more nefarious than first impressions belay."

I learn much as I eavesdrop on a conversation in this humble chain restaurant, and I am deeply giddy to do so. Honestly, this tense and bickering but mutually respectful friendship of a swell person and a deadly weirdo is an inspiration. It is a strange, compelling television. I wrote a lot of it down but you know how ink is, it sucks and now I can't read much of it. But on the bright side, I have a whole new category of skills you can use for the future. You can use me. Use me!


I'm A Horse

It is brown there out by the gambling house. Hulking, phallic, but nonetheless beautiful, it is a god-like presence. We can imagine a god to be childish. We can only imagine a god to be childish.

We wander the grounds. Seventeen topiaries stand where once there was nothing but sand and needles. Seventeen children of the Milky Way, grafted onto its skin as if covering up some minor mistake. The light reaches us in soft ripples, the pulse in our flesh slows, and we feel a foreign nourishment. It coincides with an accidental touch.

Fantasy Sumpreme

Swelling hard under the fluorescent tube light,
Inactive father trains his eye on the oblong utensil.

Falters like he does,
He questions his vital integrity,
Like a country song antihero.

To hold the garments he wore in the past,
Cloud eye father could peer into false memories
And be transformed, as they say fathers are.

The proteins and lipids of dreaming father's corpus,
Losing their old ambitions
In the fresh and realistic tableau,
Make their song known to him.

Vinegar floods in,
Vinegar he thinks.


suck the sack 4: through kuribo's door

It's a sadness we wear like fake snakes on our shoulders
To see the heart in another body and to know it well
To hold the knowledge of carnal transaction
To feel the shelter of innocence and the triumph of senescence

It's a joy to be the sensation on another's flesh
Or to sink slow into the ink of desperate dream
Or to burn the literature we find
In the solemn waste

And then turn our ambitions to desiccated demons
With our vessels of milk
Warm and thick, potent
With eager vitality


suck the sack 3: pencils in the coffin

Who will catch you up to speed with the forum maintenance? A special guest arrives in our studio and predicts sexual orientation with 90% accuracy. A general idea of what we're going for here in science, purposely regurgitating this ridiculous platform, is basically funding your own salary every year. I don't want to give up, I want to feel encouraged.

Papa Gets His Sex

"Pick me up off the street!"

You frantically check all your pockets:
Voters really do have a choice, openly not significant.

"Limit the impact of bad exits!"

Everything you do online is an empire:
Female judges had one good outcome.

"I'm just sitting in the vestibule waiting for the rats!"

Criticism feels disproportionate:
There's a thoughtful crowd of game developers outside now.

suck the sack 2: nobility binge

I hear that the song-men regard me
As some bitter fetal specimen
An off-putting collection of bones
And anatomy in an Igloo brand cooler
I spend most of my hobby-time cataloging
Their precise amount of acoustic diversity
And their complex ideas
So I've assembled a book
Full of downright obnoxious charts