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An explosion through your front door.
A vicious dinosaur appears.
He wants to eat your head,
he says.
But you left all your guns
in your other pair of pants
by your bed, and you're nowhere near
your bed, you're here, about to dance
with this mean-looking dinosaur.
But then he tells you he was kidding
and that he doesn't even like heads.
They have an awkward texture.
He just wanted to make a friend,
he says;
but he has no social skills,
and that is the only way he knows how to say hi.
He apologizes for being vicious and
you go out for ice cream with your new friend,
which is actually nice because people move out of your way
on the street because your friend is a dinosaur.
A vicious dinosaur appears.
He wants to eat your head,
he says.
But you left all your guns
in your other pair of pants
by your bed, and you're nowhere near
your bed, you're here, about to dance
with this mean-looking dinosaur.
But then he tells you he was kidding
and that he doesn't even like heads.
They have an awkward texture.
He just wanted to make a friend,
he says;
but he has no social skills,
and that is the only way he knows how to say hi.
He apologizes for being vicious and
you go out for ice cream with your new friend,
which is actually nice because people move out of your way
on the street because your friend is a dinosaur.
Literature
Incomplete - How the table turns
Another day. It’s just. Another day. As my alarm goes off, I let out a loud PSHHT and it stops just as quickly as it started. I’ve got 5 minutes worth of tranquility before it’ll ring again. Lying on my back, like most mornings waking up, I arch it back as far as I can until I can’t physically hold it any longer and let myself fall back on the mattress. My mouth is slimy, my entire body feels tingly ; yesterday’s last glass one wine must’ve been too much. I wish I could just jump out of bed and get some water. I could just ask for Nic’s help and get a sip out of his bottle, but I want to let him sleep a few more minutes, if my alarm didn’t already wake him up, that is. Before rolling out of bed, I start with my routine exercises. Warming the shoulders up, twisting my abs, contracting muscles from the top of my head (metaphorically) down to the ones in my pelvis in quick succession. I’m already feeling better, but there’s this itch I can’t quite scratch off. I’m not even sure where
Literature
Book Club
You mistake
The knife for the cake.
You savour the gore, lick
The conflict, flavour already
So like blood, but more.
Heady, metallic.
Hang a balloon in your ribs,
Pop it with a rail spike.
Bang.
A peel of plastic, maroon,
Like a bib, remains.
That’s how it feels,
That pain.
Promises are hammers.
Literature
Red Dress, Blue Dress
I send Blue Dress to class today, because Red went yesterday and if she has to hear Donnie pronounce denizen wrong one more time, she will explode right there into crimson flames. Blue spent the day at home on my bed, reading The Namesake and filling a whole page in my journal with musings about identity. She's too much in her head sometimes. A little forced socialization will be good for her.
She's my Blue Dress, but that's only how I think of her -- today she's wearing a block-print t-shirt I made in art last year and my favorite pair of dark jeans. The part that makes her Blue Dress is where she smiles at the crossing guard and asks how h
Hey hi how are you?
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He meant your head has an awkward texture. LOLOLOLOLOL