'wait...what?' drinks a 24 oz modelo in a 2000 elantra, parked in a bay of a self serve car wash
on november 7th, i held a reading at a self serve car wash.
0 weed brownies
LETS CH CH CH CHECK IT OUT:
LETS GO OUTBACK TONIGHT
michael davidson (tiny toe press)
Tearing myself away for long enough to leave proof of my existence.
If you say it right in the first sentence you only have to write a few more.
There is no such thing as too many fireworks.
I want to melt in your mouth until you can’t swallow.
Imagine being in an air-tight room with a girl wearing cloying perfume.
The banana you gave me saved me from passing out.
Every day I realize there are no more words for me to learn.
Stop yawning you’re making me yawn.
Shut the door I want to touch you.
So much about life has to do with sealing yourself away from danger.
If you ask me whether or not you were screaming I won’t answer.
andrew hilbert (his shit)
cheryl couture (cheryl's cool shit)
I Want to Fuck My Coworker: Inspired by Actual Events
Baby, you're a goddamned unicorn.
I've only experienced this instantaneous lust, 3? Maybe 4 times. Tops.
We've never held an actual conversation, just awkward waits around the time clock.
Or when you buy bee pollen for your smoothies.
By-the-way, whatever that shit does, it's working.
See, I like to fuck personality.
And you don't appear to have one.
But I can tell by your gait, something's swinging low.
I've had men of your stature before.
Them forearms don't lie.
I can't help it.
I catch you in my peripherals, or more extremely when I'm staring you down aisle 4.
I trace every inch of invisible anatomy into memory,
And rarely do I break even when you catch me.
I wonder if you notice, or how you couldn't possibly notice?
My chest heaves, my bedroom eyes daring you at every turn, even when you're innocently breaking down boxes.
My inappropriate fantasies of you get me through long spans of oppressive tedium.
I long to melt the walk-in.
I ache to desecrate the Organic Produce Only sink.
You ever rail her on the bailer? You could on our paid break.
I think you might have a lady.
You've been dressing nicer at the end of your shift.
Leaving me behind with a six-pack of Pumpkin Ale under your arm.
Whoever she is, she ain't me.
Sexually unbreakable as oak.
Trust that it won't take me 3 harvest beers to get weird.
You don't have to prove me any emotional alliance.
That's not what I want you for.
You had me at not speaking.
This isn't a crush.
Or unrequited love.
You just strike me as the kind of man I could get under.
Some day I'll find my in.
Hell, your in as well.
Be it next month or next year.
Probably at some boozey work function.
Or maybe when something apocalyptic traps us in the store,
Forcing us to repopulate the world.
Your guard will be down and I will strike.
One way or another. Imma get that dick.
no glykon (his real hand)
the horror... the horror...
I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving.
"I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving." me one second ago
""I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving." me one second ago" me one second ago
and so on
okay also janey smith @htmlgiant wrote something about us working at the car wash, yea:
ch ch ch check it out the next 'wait...what?' is almost completely confirmed for december 19th. if you want to read at one or none of these things, or tell me something you think is dumb, email me: email@example.com
ps. 69...ALL the time.