Making The Best

One thing that sounds odd, but i assure you is quite comforting despite its... oddness, is when I come home at night.

Ill come home late at night, and yet I can hear the sound of the interstate. The cars going by. The hum...

It's comforting. It's similar to an ocean at times. A sort of metropolitan ocean.

My ocean? I dont know, maybe. It makes me feel good though.

It's a soothing sound. Sometimes when all my friends forget I exist, and Im bored, I go outside and sit on my deck. Its comforting to hear the soft sound of it.

It's real nice.

"You Need Help?, You Need Some Ass Whooped? I'll Bring Like 7 Guys".

Exchanging Frosties Should Be CommonPlace in Realtionships, or simply

Lemons.

The song I heard was Mexican Radio Punchout

My dreams are Techni-color hues.

Put your love in my hands coward.

caress my ego.

Hips, Thighs, Lips, Waste.


Gyros

i couldnt think of enough corny words
to describe how i feel.
i brainstormed and i tried, i tried to make scenes
oh, i love when it rains it makes me think so much of why i like you
yadda yadda yadda
i dont know, I really dont.
but if i could compare on an honest estimate
without sounding too overtly corny
whilst trying to express a true sentiment
but the only way i can is with a food analogy
if i had a girl like you in my life
id never need ovaltine,

YOU GOT SERVED.


Hartford, CT.

What was it about that night?
That made you decide that you want him in you?

stupid.

you hear what they whisper

fucking sell out, a traitor to your own cause

blasphemies and lies flow forth from your tongue

and the day your kingdom burns around you

and your fate is absolute

and you die along the filth you've created

I'll send my regards to the once future king.

random things racing through my head

stuff i thought of and wrote down

sorry.



he said i was cute


yeah if you like long faced corn monsters

i wanna sit with you and watch commercials that are posh

like lexus and mercedes


and actually be able to joke about buying one

in an apartment overlooking the city


a sunny day on the beach

you and him cross paths, him on foot, you sitting.

he looks at her, his smile slowly erupting.

he makes his way over to her

your wearing a white sweater vest, with a white undershirt, and white pants. you hope you look radiant, and you are second guessing if your smiling is too shit eatting

they exchange akward glances, and he begins to speak

we dont hear the words

you cant beleive what he just said. sleaze of the year and suddenly that budding moustache underneath his nose, looks like a telling sign of his sleaziness.

hey, uhm, i got a house off the beach, how about you me, some wine coolers and my bedroom.... we'll watch a movie

she smiles politley and begins to speak, her lie fabricated, ready to be layed in its delicate wrapper

ive waited all this time, i think we should have more then a few minutes

but shes all ready gone, managing to slip out

he closed his eyes for what seemed to be a few moments

great, whys he not opening his eyes?

she left

111

Passive facade coarses through slightly, slowly engulfing.

Where did you go?

Are you lost at sea?

I'll sit day and night hoping you return.







I stumbled upon some OLD things today that I didnt even know I had.

I smiled at the dorkiness contained within. But hey it worked.

And it cheered me up. Today sucked hard.

Flash Fiction 2

Victoria Kate
210 Glenbrook Lane
Joliet, IL 60436

I got a job.

I plan where speed limit signs go.

love your son,
jack.

BALDERDASH!

June 4th, 2007.

Another beautiful day on planet earth. isnt it amazing to be alive?


Im going to sit up and watch the sun rise this summer. A few times.