tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post5099058725814654226..comments2024-03-15T22:33:20.130-07:00Comments on Unemployed Imagination.: 2 minutes. Go!JD Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-18803843223170122702014-08-11T08:52:46.899-07:002014-08-11T08:52:46.899-07:00LOL, David... :DLOL, David... :DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-5320335866099212132014-08-09T00:01:25.644-07:002014-08-09T00:01:25.644-07:00Yup. Agree with the canuck on this one, darlin.Yup. Agree with the canuck on this one, darlin.JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-40540749565196926832014-08-09T00:00:12.052-07:002014-08-09T00:00:12.052-07:00Word. ;)Word. ;)JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-58975552456599405422014-08-08T23:34:03.720-07:002014-08-08T23:34:03.720-07:00Thanks! Thanks! JC Danielehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00721559702587189584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-78756092534496345832014-08-08T23:31:46.905-07:002014-08-08T23:31:46.905-07:00Love this piece!Love this piece!JC Danielehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00721559702587189584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-81330090614836290752014-08-08T22:08:17.126-07:002014-08-08T22:08:17.126-07:00Late as usual, but I wanna see Julie's stilett...Late as usual, but <i>I</i> wanna see Julie's stilettos!David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-16378962586421454332014-08-08T22:05:56.275-07:002014-08-08T22:05:56.275-07:00Agreeing with the smart people. ;)Agreeing with the smart people. ;)David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-26349440326765892122014-08-08T21:58:10.135-07:002014-08-08T21:58:10.135-07:00Shudder.Shudder.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-24473056025500346682014-08-08T21:43:43.174-07:002014-08-08T21:43:43.174-07:00LOL, yes! Plus, is this nuns and nurses night and ...LOL, yes! Plus, is this nuns and nurses night and nobody told me? :DDavid Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-30437278449696448562014-08-08T21:42:26.950-07:002014-08-08T21:42:26.950-07:00I got some infirmary blues. Uh, claustrophobic and...I got some infirmary blues. Uh, claustrophobic and skin-crawling.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-74297414882728050252014-08-08T21:40:23.097-07:002014-08-08T21:40:23.097-07:00Jesus Hermione Christ. Brought a tear or two, this...Jesus Hermione Christ. Brought a tear or two, this one did. Love it.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-32695616521306242722014-08-08T21:37:09.540-07:002014-08-08T21:37:09.540-07:00Nun's Habit is brilliant!Nun's Habit is brilliant!David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-979718735244381362014-08-08T21:34:51.140-07:002014-08-08T21:34:51.140-07:00He showered, one-handed, on the concrete pad in fr...He showered, one-handed, on the concrete pad in front of the shed where he’d hung his rented tux. Though the hose water was cold, the nervous sweat just wouldn’t stop. But he was grateful for it – the hose, the shed, and, most especially, the privacy fence that still held up in spite of neglect. No one had taught the young man how to mend fences; they’d been gone too long for that. There was no one to teach him how to talk to girls, but he knew enough from watching movies on the stolen cable he rigged up himself. He learned all kinds of things: how to feed and wash himself, how to buy things that he needed, and how to walk to school by himself. He knew how to handle himself and keep his mouth shut, the only things they'd taught him. He knew about the suitcase in their closet – “the bank,” they’d called it. But when they died in their bed, a needle in each arm, he hadn’t known what to do, whom to call. They were the only people he’d ever known. So he dressed in the shed where the stink couldn’t reach. And no one would ever know because by age nine, there was no one left to tell.JC Danielehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00721559702587189584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-53724613249986984692014-08-08T21:34:02.223-07:002014-08-08T21:34:02.223-07:00Ha,yes, makes me go all metal in a weird, gentle w...Ha,yes, makes me go all metal in a weird, gentle way. Which may well be the definition of punk, come to think of it! :)David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-72800991633948061892014-08-08T17:19:56.306-07:002014-08-08T17:19:56.306-07:00That. Was. Rad. The third line is fucking magical....That. Was. Rad. The third line is fucking magical. I'm going to go carve 'slayer' into my arm now. JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-58209314859203960282014-08-08T15:50:53.348-07:002014-08-08T15:50:53.348-07:00Blarg, a poem. Called Slayer. \m/
________________...Blarg, a poem. Called Slayer. \m/<br />_____________________________<br /><br />your eyes are so wide awake you can barely take it all in.<br /><br />you are a tiger, poised on slick rock, weighty head lowered, swinging before the sacrificial thing.<br /><br />this is now, trailing our now across the tracks past refineries wary of trickery yet open to love and its insistence on moments.<br /><br />love, the evangelist.<br /><br />vulnerable as eggshell.<br /><br />you slay me.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-54918071832323742852014-08-08T15:44:03.571-07:002014-08-08T15:44:03.571-07:00Ha! AwesomeHa! AwesomeJD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-75849011683708505262014-08-08T15:42:57.241-07:002014-08-08T15:42:57.241-07:00Go get a shovel. We'll find this crap that get...Go get a shovel. We'll find this crap that gets buried! :)JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-9995637377738796122014-08-08T15:42:02.254-07:002014-08-08T15:42:02.254-07:00Or addictive even. Or addictive even. JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-82280694642223920212014-08-08T15:29:58.739-07:002014-08-08T15:29:58.739-07:00That's marvelous. I'm laughing so hard... ...That's marvelous. I'm laughing so hard... :DLaurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-22019772013805351072014-08-08T15:04:20.230-07:002014-08-08T15:04:20.230-07:00It could be true! It could be true! Mark A Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00855198804375011390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-50119101839749646892014-08-08T14:56:39.971-07:002014-08-08T14:56:39.971-07:00Bwahahahaha! Freaking awesome.Bwahahahaha! Freaking awesome.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-10636835244459433602014-08-08T14:44:35.512-07:002014-08-08T14:44:35.512-07:00Sometimes I wonder if Laurie is capable of bad wri...Sometimes I wonder if Laurie is capable of bad writing. If she is, she buries that stuff somewhere... It's all brilliant that sees the light of day...Leland Dirkshttp://slvhermit.tumblr.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-28590122322636720322014-08-08T14:42:10.455-07:002014-08-08T14:42:10.455-07:00You all say the nicest things... thank you.You all say the nicest things... thank you.Leland Dirkshttp://slvhermit.tumblr.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-91994070756675876822014-08-08T14:32:07.198-07:002014-08-08T14:32:07.198-07:00It'd been a while. The last thing he remembere...It'd been a while. The last thing he remembered was falling stunned into a bed of leaves, not knowing who he was or what genus he belonged to. And then today he'd woken up, feeling still and very, very hungry. <br /><br />It'd taken him a while to muster up his strength, pecking at a few grass seeds and swallowing down a couple of dozen weevils and ants but now he was ready again. He'd made a one preparatory circuit of the yard, keeping low to hide from the buzzards and maintaining a steady height of about four feet to keep out of the cats' jumping height and now he was ready.<br /><br />Laurie looked pensive as she looked through the French windows into the garden. Her little bird buddy had been missing for a few days. He was a dumb little critter but she'd grown fond of him. Turning the microwave on, she stepped back into the storeroom, looking for a dish for her popcorn...<br /><br />The directionality of Napoleon's flight faltered as current flooded into the magnetron, the minute iron-rich pockets of matter near his brain stirring as the fields grew, eclipsing the comparatively week pulling of the Earth's own magnetism. The window grew larger again...Mark A Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00855198804375011390noreply@blogger.com