Bill Floyd's Blog – March 2012 Archive (8)

Skinny Jeans and a Fat Mustache

That shit you're into?  He's over it, he's past it, that shit is played.  You listen to MP3s; he listens to vinyl.  You listen to vinyl; he's into trading cassettes.  His is a restlessness devoid of depth, awaiting applause from a gallery forever unimpressed with his contortions.  There was a time he sat clutching his headphones in epiphany, her slim fingers resting on his knee.  If only she could see him now.     

Added by Bill Floyd on March 30, 2012 at 9:38am — 4 Comments

Be/Cause

So I won that fat-ass lottery and my acid reflux cleared up once and for all and that girl who plays Cerie on 30 Rock stalked me, lovesick to the point of devotion after having read my brilliant flash fiction and all my borderline neurotic commentary and hostile ranting and self-indulgent navel-gazing.  And the eggheads discovered the cures for cancer and stupidity both (the treatments were surprisingly inexpensive), and the Muslims and the Christians and the Jews said, "Hey, untold…

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Added by Bill Floyd on March 28, 2012 at 3:31pm — 9 Comments

Stand Yr Ground

So you don't actually have to be threatened, you only have to "feel" threatened.  Know who feels threatened?  Unstable people; liars whose lies are collapsing around them; paranoid schizos; criminals involved in crimes; jealous husbands and boyfriends; and overzealous self-appointed "watchers" who've been inculcated by a culture of revenge fantasy to understand that they'll never know for sure if they're a man unless they kill someone (justifiably, of course).  These assholes have always…

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Added by Bill Floyd on March 27, 2012 at 10:52am — 10 Comments

Heidi

Heidi, don't go back to the mountains.  The ravines are full of snow, the ravines are full of stars.  The cottages and cattle will never look the same to you now.  The passes are treacherous with wolves, the passes are treacherous with soldiers.  Heidi, stay with me in my rented room, and we will make a pillow of your coarse skirts and feed each other black bread and wine, we will read to each other by candlelight.  I will work the kiln and show you a city where the streets are paved with…

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Added by Bill Floyd on March 25, 2012 at 12:11pm — 10 Comments

Debris

They say there are thousands, tens of thousands.  "Space junk," obsolete litter in bits and pieces, boosters emptied of fuel, entire satellites gone silent.  Technology engineered in labs in Sacramento in the 1960s, components assembled in Nizhny Novgorod and launched in the bleak dawn from secret installations on remote peninsulas, guided by Mission Controls long since shuttered and dormant.  Debris of man's most daring dreams, painstakingly constructed to carry hi-res cameras and…

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Added by Bill Floyd on March 24, 2012 at 11:36am — 9 Comments

Weight of Expectation

I guess maybe they was right all along to mock me like they done.  I guess maybe they was right to make fun.

When the police came to the house, Mama said, "We always knew it'd come to something like this here."

Sometimes it seems like the only color I can remember is red, and sometimes it seems like there was a straight line running from my cradle to this cell, but that can't be right.

I do regret how that line had to run you through.  Everyone…

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Added by Bill Floyd on March 19, 2012 at 10:34am — 7 Comments

Women and Children

There is a place where they are not stalked by madmen who break down the doors and spray bullets and set them afire.

There is a world where priests do not hover over them, a stirring beneath their robes, a monolith of money and influence that will crush the misdeed with the weight of a thousand pig lawyers bearing summons.

In this world no one throws acid in their faces for daring to speak their minds, no fits of drunken bitter jealousy send them spiraling down…

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Added by Bill Floyd on March 13, 2012 at 9:59am — 5 Comments

Disruption

The procedure was routine but the anesthetic was misadministered.  You went in anxious and came out not knowing the meaning of that word, or how to shape your tongue to pronounce it.  Motor skills remained but higher functions had been short-circuited, leaving your perception smeared, the world cast into perpetual twilight.  No past and no future, all grudges and secrets forfeit.  Now your friends and family wonder what's going on in there, if anything is going on at all behind the hungry…

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Added by Bill Floyd on March 9, 2012 at 9:34am — 9 Comments

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