"AHH!" I forced my eyelids open. I sat up in my bed. The worst dream I ever had happened tonight. To make sure it was just a dream, I looked out the window. The heavens looked strange. I knew something awful was about to happen. I went back to bed. At that moment, I could have sworn I heard an enormous sound in the distance. However, I decided just to go back to sleep. Anything can wait until morning.
When I woke up for the second time, it was morning. It was also very hot. When my feet touched the floor, it was vibrating. "This is very weird," I thought. I changed into day clothes and went downstairs. After I ate breakfast, I went outside.
Wore a cross-piece jacket with thimbles arrayed in such a fashion as to produce the illusion of degree and stature. I gawked. Below them (the eyes they were) deified by space-age rings around his Saturnian balls sturdily trembling. It certainly contributed to the gravity and vacuum of his head, which was of an imaginable French type, except for the bald and dark head. Sorry, but I cant overthrow it I still think half the power behind his words are the arrangement of his facial features and the fashion of his glasses. Is his pant really up to his knee and if so, where did the leg hairs go and when did they legalize such expos
The straight line in space. by evergrateful, literature
Literature
The straight line in space.
Lead
me from this
demonic
schizo-craze,
emotion,
crashing waves,
into Your
wisdom;
the one straight line
in space,
the one who slept
in a storm,
then
calmed it --
Discussion of Christian Dogma. by evergrateful, literature
Literature
Discussion of Christian Dogma.
I begin by echoing the words of my spiritual fathers. If you share them, sing with me:
We believe in one God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible.
And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God,
begotten of the Father before all worlds, God of God, Light of Light, Very God of Very God,
begotten, not made, being of one substance with the Father by whom all things were made;
who for us men, and for our salvation, came down from heaven,
and was incarnate by the Holy Spirit of the Virgin Mary,
and was made man, and was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate.
He suffe
The Day that Changed Our Lives by evergrateful, literature
Literature
The Day that Changed Our Lives
As I hurried through the aisles of Wal-Mart Grocery, I realized something was troubling me. I knew I had been hurrying but just couldn't put my finger on it. I rushed through the checkout stand and drove home.
I stood in the kitchen putting away groceries and convinced myself I was just stressed from the day. I hopped into the shower but not before carrying both my cellphone and the portable phone into the bathroom. I found myself hurrying through my shower as well, listening for the phone. I made my way about dressing hurriedly and then walked into the kitchen, the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and answered with the realization, I wa
Hahaha? Lovely.
Note to the reader/speaker: The trick to this joke of a thing is to read it
as if it were normal to say out loud a string of words that each come to you at that moment,
as if expecting the audience to understand the 'poem' as well
as if it had grammatically structured sentences,
or disregard everything I just said and do whatever you like with it,
or disregard everything I'm about to say and do whatever you like with it.
Hello: pine, terrible racket, shown. Upplerigglericketyracket FIND shovel it out pound the pushing through makin' find El.
The push-all prane would tell Upple pain shibble tahnk you Swisher!
The
Poetry Slam dive-bomb method. by evergrateful, literature
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Poetry Slam dive-bomb method.
How to dive-bomb in a poetry slam. In the quietest voice, read the following:
[the judge or judges will probably rate me lowly because they cannot hear these words. in the event they can hear me talk about how they will grade me lowly, they may grade me lowly anyway in order to spite me, suspecting that i'm trying to reverse psychology them into marking me highly. they may think that especially after that sentence, because, theoretically, it would be even more clever reverse psychology if i stated i was using reverse psychology.
granted, there might be the rare judge that thinks me clever for speaking a 'poem' (as they assume the thing i'm
I am not a public speaker. by evergrateful, literature
Literature
I am not a public speaker.
People write something and call it "This is not a poem," because they're not entirely sure what a poem is. They sit there and think to themselves: "If I write something that might be a poem, and people think that what they heard is a poem, then people will think I'm clever for calling it a non-poem. And if people don't think it's a poem, no harm done." In fact people keep repeating this process until half the poems we hear on nights like these are called, "This is not a poem," and I notice it. If I don't notice it in the title, I notice it in how you want it to be a poem more than you try to let on.
That's right, guys. Right now if anyone's
Stop, says a voice.
I stop and look around. I'm in-doors in what appears to be a basement. There is a single, dim light bulb that is suspended from the ceiling on a long wire. Nothing else is in the room except a door. My clothes feel wet and for a second I'm surprised that I'm wearing anything at all. I look down and see that I'm wearing a double breasted sports jacket that isn't buttoned, and a grey button up shirt underneath it with a bow-tie that is un-done. I'm also wearing black pinstriped suit pants and highly shined black shoes. Due to my confusion, I have forgotten the wetness I felt, so I examine further to see what seem
In the early hours, when he is still asleep, she begins counting the tiny black and white tiles plastered to the ceiling of their flat. Some are chipped, some are covered by a layer of dust, and some are not tiles at all, but cockroaches in disguise. By 143 he has stretched his arms and kissed her neck, by 206 he has tied his shoes and lit a cigarette, and by 262 he's always gone. She knows that the smell of coffee will dissipate by 329 and that if she can bother getting out of bed to call her worried mom for once, or even just go to the damn bathroom, he will be back by 2338.
If she counts slowly.
--
Sometimes, late at night, when she has
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
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"We are looking for a kick butt writer.
I need someone who is
Creative
Loves Marketing
Extremely good communicator
Fast
Smart"
Nope.
"Cheerful Copywriter..."
Stop. Next.
"Must possess excellent diplomacy, tact, and judgment..."
Ah, sigh. No, no, no - do a real good one. I want to let it sink in.
"Attention to detail a MUST. Ability to perform multiple tasks on an often stringent timeline. Thorough knowledge of Microsoft Word and Microsoft Excel. Must be highly self-motivated. Project Management experience with knowledge of Medical Communications services is required."
Oh - well goddamn! I had that shit down 'til the "knowledge of
thursday october 6, 2005
here just do it
most people aren't sure of what they really want in life. I
received this
letter from a friend on the computer, did what it told me to, and
within a
week, everything I had wished came true!! Here's an exact copy,
this
really
works!!!!
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1. To yourself, say the name of the only
guy or girl you wanna be with 3
times!
No one fits me well enough,
no one fits me well enough,
no one fucking fits me well enough.
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2. Think of something you wanna accomplish
within the next
Are you mediocre or do you think you are mediocre? If you cease to believe you are mediocre will your actions reflect it and therefore cause what you were trying to avoid in the first place? Hmm.