December 2010
6 posts
The fat dough ends...
Since August 29th I have eaten pizza every day. For three months I have been a person who wasn’t quite playing by the same rules as everyone else. Today I have decided to give up on this thing called ‘dough love’. The pizza sauce is dead. I am a normal person again. The grease will no longer leak from my armpits. My teeth will soften and remember the tender sips of average...
November 2010
39 posts
some notes for a novel I’m writing about every...
When I was eleven my dad let me have a sip of a beer called ‘Rolling Rock’. I didn’t like the taste, but I liked the color of the bottle.
In either seventh or eighth grade I heard some kids at school talking about how they drank vodka before a dance so when I got home from school I found some vodka and filled my mouth with it, but then I got scared and spit it out and brushed my teeth.
I took my...
night0nfire asked: They need a new word in the dictionary that is relating to awesome, but to an even bigger extent. I would use that word to describe you. I love your blog.
a list of nice things you could say to people who...
- Your smile reminds me of a puppy.
- When you opened your mouth to say what you said I did not regret that I had ears.
- You are a fantastic person and I’m glad that we have class together today.
- Don’t let anyone tell you that you are different from who you are because I really enjoy who you are.
- You should feel good because you probably mean the world to someone and their life is a...
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Pizzas were eaten the late afternoon after I napped in a leaf pile.
The picture of the pizza I ate disappeared
I found a rug and made a pizza out of it. The rug was eight inches long. The rug was naan which I think is Indian. I ate a pizza that was an indian.
I thought of you yesterday so I kissed the brick I was standing on. Then I dug out the brick and brought it home and put it under a quilt on a mattress so it could be warm and then later the brick was warm so I held it on my cheek because a warm brick feels better on a cheek than a cold brick and I held it on my cheek until it wasn’t as warm as it had been and then I put it back under a quilt on a...
Stacy Levine by Frances Johnson is a story. I was everyone then I would read this book. It’s the pinnacle of all books that critique the society of trailer parks in america without actually mentioning trailer parks at all. Frances Johnson is the greatest book ever written about Florida. If I lived in Florida then I would live near this book. This book makes me want to find a raisin in the...