pulpbrain

Sat, 04 Feb 2006 20:08:42 GMT

i was walking with my boyfriend in the city and we came upon a half dead homeless man lying recumbent in an alley
my prada bag dangled on my elbow as i bent over with arms akimbo, staring at this man
all ruddy cheeks and graying stubble
“hey there sailor, you wanna fuck? five dollars”
he mumbled feebly, trembled, and his eyes welled up with gin-scented tears.
“natalie, you’re embarrassing me, oh my g--get away from that filthy thing!! Oh, you do get awfully feisty when you’re drunk.”

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 05:09:33 GMT

She had a peculiar charm all her own

the world is full of jagged edges

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 22:55:58 GMT

"oh! how dada." sometimes i say things like that while flipping my hair and shifting my feet. i never make eye contact with my friends and acquaintances. we talk facing perpendicular to each other, we both gesticulate wildly while speaking in monotone.

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 07:34:37 GMT

tonight, i sat down on the sidewalk and watched the setting sun fade into the sky's cosmic gradient
for hours it seemed