Zig said take a taste of the mescaline, bro, and I did and--Jesus Fuck-all!--there must have been 10 fucking hits of that shit in the milk sugar, man! Two seconds later I'm out of my mind, watching mandrills in spats do the jerk and smoke weed and--I had to get to a clinic
, man, quick!
I blew out of Zig's place and heltered and skeltered pell-mell up the street. I came to a Safeway on 15th and… Continue
Added by Robert Crisman on May 31, 2010 at 11:36pm —
Here is what I hope you don’t discover, that I’ve been away from it for so long, I’m not even sure I know anymore what it is, or that I’m not that good at handling a good time, or at least at managing the after effects. I don’t look at newspapers much, but I get some information from passing glances at over-made-up readers on television, when it’s on, which is rarely these days. I did try to do the Times puzzle on the return flight from England, and was surprised at how many references were… Continue
Added by Michael Brown on May 31, 2010 at 11:30pm —
I took an early week off, so I could relax, see London again, recharge my batteries. It meant disconnecting from all my regular activities including researching methodology, gathering material, and posting fiction, for I’d had to book everything on a teacher’s budget, and the hotel near Gatwick charged too much for daily use of the Internet. Mostly I walked, took photos, and observed, and made notes in my little black notebook for later use in real work. When I returned to my cubicle yesterday,… Continue
Added by Michael Brown on May 31, 2010 at 11:30pm —
Abdullah has fond memories of happy days when his family laughed and ate well as they worked the poppy fields in the highlands by the village where he was born.
His mother and older brother died when the invading russians used gas on the village to stop guerilla activity against them.
his father joined the mujaheddin, was abandoned by the americans, was then killed as a traitor and spat upon as Abdullah fled with his little sister in the dead of night.
Now a scrawny… Continue
Added by Thomas Winslow on May 31, 2010 at 9:30pm —
She was a beautiful baby; searching with her big blue eyes.
She touched her natural mother for a short time; they met briefly.
Those people had other plans for her; there was no room for unconditional love.
She is still beautiful and she is a singer and she is a creative artist.
And she loves her adopted parents; they are nurturing and allow individuality.
She didn't know then, but she knows now - she was given a gift; the gift of her life.
Added by Bonnie on May 31, 2010 at 8:30pm —
A Little More Than I Bargained For
So me and my buddy went up to Zig's to score some mescaline, right? One hundred hits, cut with milk sugar, uncapped, in a baggy, and man
--what happened next sent me up into space for eons and eons and eons
Zig tells me, "Go on, man, have a taste, start things off right." I thought, why not?
I horked up a good blast, sat… Continue
Added by Robert Crisman on May 31, 2010 at 8:00pm —
The soft compelling bright whiteness made her feel warm all over because for the first time in her limited life, she was not alone; Norma Jean was there.
"Remember me Blondie, your little soulful girlfriend with the flashing blue franchise eyes that poured buckets of tears in a lost childhood and how you learned to hide the saltiness better?"
"Somewhere along the way we lost each other and you refused to ever come back and visit; I don't know you anymore."
"All the… Continue
Added by Edward Dean on May 31, 2010 at 4:02pm —
Bits of knees and feet flutter below bags of hot dog buns and bowls of potato chips. The ice bucket is a bully, standing like a fire plug, forcing everyone to reach around. Onions and lettuce skip among us, and no one can impose reason on any of the condiments. It feels as if the water in the pool has suddenly absorbed our sound, and with our paper rafts full of charred meat, we hum like cavemen. The old man at the head… Continue
Added by Angela on May 31, 2010 at 3:21pm —
"God damn kids. I am going to beat them senseless!" My father used to drunkenly scream in the kitchen as the plates and glasses smashed in a sound that made the fiercest thunder crash nothing to fear for the rest of my childhood.
"Honey, calm down they have school in the morning and are asleep." My mother said in the stage whisper that told us to keep our ass in bed or things would get really bad.
The crescendo of crockery interspersed with screams and cries of mercy as well as… Continue
Added by Thomas Winslow on May 31, 2010 at 1:51pm —
The wind is blowing heavily tonight as I stand on the beach and remember.
Gulls circle overhead watching, waiting and anticipating there attack.
The ocean is the color of dust, ugly and un-tamed.
The thoughts taking control of my current state of mind are frightning.
Two gray beasts of war engaged in combat each taking heavy damage as the hulls are breached and pieces of battle ship gray are propelled through space and time not caring who or what they tear… Continue
Added by michael r. oconnor on May 31, 2010 at 10:26am —
The six-year-old in the seat in front of mine says, "You like to make me angry, and so that's what I'll do; do you know my dreams are going up to the sky, but I can't believe in your dreams? Okay, Mommy, let me make you angry, and let me see, and I put my hands up if I don't agree."
The plane bumps into its landing, bump, bump, bump, and the kid says, "I show you I'm not going to do that again."
The flight attendant makes her announcement in German, and the little girl says, "Why does… Continue
Added by Michael Brown on May 30, 2010 at 11:30pm —
She just didn't get it.
Here she had been at headquarters all spring long, gathered from the wrong pasture because of all the water gaps being down or maybe it was that oak tree that fell on the fence, but here she had been at headquaters all spring long and now they wanted her to move.
She didn't go off to the Basin with the first group of cows because when they branded her baby, the moon was in the wrong phase and instead of clotting, he just laid down and… Continue
Added by Cita on May 30, 2010 at 10:37pm —
Only the drinks were the same, glasses of Black Velvet on ice, or "velvet rocks" if you've ever tended bar or you want to sound sophisticated, though no one ever saw it as a sophisticated drink, just the whiskey lovers drink, and that qualifies me.
Otherwise, I walked from one world into an entirely other world last night and the contrast was so strong as to make me laugh out loud about the time the art show auctioneer began to whistle and rattle through the paintings and… Continue
Added by Cita on May 30, 2010 at 10:04pm —
After the smoke has settled into a stink yellowing the den walls and morning comes to kick Ray Ray and I square in the nose, I realize I’m feeling a mite out of sorts, what with the better share of a Bourbon county distillery leaving my body with one bitch of a bill.
I rub the modern art piece my hair’s become, lift my face off of the floor and ask Ray Ray, “You got any Ale-8 in the icebox?”…
Added by M C Funk on May 30, 2010 at 9:40pm —
Thanks to everyone who participated in the “Norma Jean’s Accountant” Challenge.
I think we all learned a few things about our fellows.
I learned that my reading content has been dismally weak and narrow for years.
Here’s the rundown of Who… Continue
Added by Angela on May 30, 2010 at 9:00pm —
She was pregnant and he was a dish washer. They were just kids when they fell in love, you know? Just sarcastic, Devil-may-care, stupid kids. But I suppose they didn’t need to be taught, that somewhere across the dinner table and over the static sound of the television, they knew there was something more. And so they did as their mothers and fathers did, as their great grandmothers and grandfathers did, the mistake that caused the Fall of Troy. And for the billionth time in history they let… Continue
Added by Annie M. on May 30, 2010 at 8:24pm —
That night Zeep, in despair that the Lovely Danielle would shortstop the Zorkian plunder of Earth, drank the bar. Next morning, hangover city.
He retched in the toilet for what seemed like days
--and almost missed Joey and Danny's next fuckup!
Only a nightmare--Danielle-like Gorgons with ball clamps, oh my!--had wrestled him out of sleep in the first place and, well, thank the Good Lord… Continue
Added by Robert Crisman on May 30, 2010 at 4:55pm —
“For god’s sake, Nelle, it’s done. Don’t diddle with it.”…
Added by Mike Handley on May 30, 2010 at 4:23pm —
It’s strange without you and Tokyo is so far from Seattle, but I’m sending you a small package today or tomorrow, including pencils, and your harmonica.
Here, my news is the new sign I hang on my flower cart, For a Lucky Tomorrow Buy a Flower Today.
It works too, as far as keeping customers, with all my regulars, then new ones who stop by to ask if it’s true -- about a lucky tomorrow -- and then… Continue
Added by Deborah Jiang Stein on May 30, 2010 at 1:00pm —
Its just what we do, you know, because we can't live it all, think it all, express it all and our imaginations and memory banks get so full that we have to put it down on paper, all the things we've stolen as we watched and listened.
My boyfriend/partner/lover just finished reading the ?th draft of the novel I wrote (its only his second time to read it but I can quote parts of it verbatim and I get a stomach ache when I think about reading it again), and when he got to the… Continue
Added by Cita on May 30, 2010 at 12:30pm —