11.25.2009

11.24.2009

November the Twenty-Fourth


I'm sure someone said something interesting/novel/banal/something; but apparently I wasn't really paying attention.

11.24.09


Happy Birthday from Dick Wheel.

11.23.2009

November the Twenty-Third


Do you respect wood?

11.23.09


Over the course of the past few months, Johnny began to realize that he was different than other boys in his class. He wondered if what "red" meant to him was the same as what "red" meant to his second cousin, Rachael. It was at that moment that Johnny first noticed the dolphins that were swimming along side his submarine.

11.22.2009

November the Twenty-Second


"Ace of spades – the death card."  (said on tv as I uploaded this)

11.22.09


My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed.

11.21.2009

November the Twenty-First


"ZEKE MARKSHAUSEN! makes the tackle."

11.21.09


"Are you done with this?"
" Yeah, I was gonna put it away soon."
" Put it away in your mouth, or throw it away?"

11.20.2009

November the Twentieth


*Chomp*

(i.e. I don't have a quote of the day; I'm really bad at that part.)

11.20.09


"Serves me right for wearing this so close to the border."

11.19.2009

November the Nineteenth


Oink


11.19.09


I now have a penis drawn in my sketchbook.

11.18.2009

November the Eighteenth


Liberals certainly don't allow that to happen to them

11.18.09


Please do not feed the bears.

11.17.2009

November the Seventeenth


Anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.

11.17.09


For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.

"How do you know if you are going to die?"
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered,
"When you can no longer make a fist."

Years later I smile to think of that journey,
the borders we must cross separately,
stamped with our unanswerable woes.
I who did not die, who am still living,
still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,
clenching and opening one small hand.

11.16.2009

November the Sixteenth


"My daughter has a rash on her pussy."

(Boy, I've just discovered I am not only uncomfortable saying that word, I am also rather uncomfortable typing it. Prude. I'm talking to myself. Bye.)

11.16.09


He ended up asking Reichel if he ever had an arch-nemisis and the only person he said he could think of was Demian Kogan.

11.15.2009

November the Fifteenth


In a way, this is officially the first human voice I've heard all day.