i've got six sentences to say something, to pass on a meaning. well five now. now four because i wasted one on an introduction and another on saying nothing. three left, still with nothing to say. and with seconds left i use my second. seems i need some inspiration. Continue

this is my six sentence sos, cause i'm lost in a five minute hallway, with no light to find the riddle's beginning or end. somewhere in the middle of a four day bender, three drink's to the wind, two lines down.
i have room to say more, room to keep going, but i can't get there. i can't find the doorknob. i've got one chance to make it out alive. what shall i do with it?

i'm sinking into the solitude and silence of a reclusive violence, throwing words at walls, shattering the chattering lines on the floor where crumpled sheets die without the hope of having seen more. my pen-knife slashes through, cutting me more than you. "seems there's been an accident" (and i've used this line so many times before, but right now, it's sounding new), seems i'm not what i thought i was meant. seems seemly, sleazy in here amongst the easy fear, the muses with their abuses, the… Continue

i'm sick, so sick of it all, sick "to the back teeth", to the uvula, that little bulb that, once irked, gags. so sick i want to smack the teeth out of you. most of you. i wonder if blue jays find themselves suddenly, or just progressively, filled with shame at the actions of their co-jays. if not, i want to be a blue jay. in this world, in our age, watching this news unfurl, and well, all of it, it seems more human to be a lesser animal.

i'm such a fan of this conundrum, a six-word bio, and this site being similar i thought i'd start with some.

smiling today, at tomorrow, causeof yesterday.
mom wanted a boy... spawned devil.
loved once. liked drinking better.
was writing autobiography, but got bored.

(i do these all the time in my head now, but none are ever as good as these first four i wrote.)

i'm actaeon living with sisyphus' punishment.


time to hide.