Posts Tagged: life and death
13 fortune cookies
Virginia shot me and kicked me out of her car—a little awkward, since she had to unbuckle my seatbelt first. I hit the pavement on my elbow, and my funny bone wouldn’t shut up about it. I coughed blood, tasted
13 fortune cookies
Virginia shot me and kicked me out of her car—a little awkward, since she had to unbuckle my seatbelt first. I hit the pavement on my elbow, and my funny bone wouldn’t shut up about it. I coughed blood, tasted
it’s the damnedest thing
: I ask the Devil about the lipstick on his teeth and he licks it off, before I can applaud him on the color. “That was a warm-up,” I say. “Shall we begin?” : “Been a journalist long?” : “I
it’s the damnedest thing
: I ask the Devil about the lipstick on his teeth and he licks it off, before I can applaud him on the color. “That was a warm-up,” I say. “Shall we begin?” : “Been a journalist long?” : “I
a hundred miles wide
: “I’m going to kiss you the way the asteroid kissed the dinosaurs,” she said. : “Won’t that leave a mark?” asked the pretty boy. {flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
a hundred miles wide
: “I’m going to kiss you the way the asteroid kissed the dinosaurs,” she said. : “Won’t that leave a mark?” asked the pretty boy. {flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
blood instead of sap
: “I’ve never told anyone these things,” she said. : “I know.” I nodded. : “How?” : “The way you said them.” : Our bodies did the talking later and afterward, she was nestled in my arms, swinging her breath
blood instead of sap
: “I’ve never told anyone these things,” she said. : “I know.” I nodded. : “How?” : “The way you said them.” : Our bodies did the talking later and afterward, she was nestled in my arms, swinging her breath
to live and die in L.A.
In Tibet, there are no words for low self-esteem. In Los Angeles, there are enough to pave the streets. There are plenty to describe hubris, too, for many come to revise themselves. The challenge of residency then is neither worshipping
to live and die in L.A.
In Tibet, there are no words for low self-esteem. In Los Angeles, there are enough to pave the streets. There are plenty to describe hubris, too, for many come to revise themselves. The challenge of residency then is neither worshipping
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