Cheese!

Constantine stepped out into the hall, closing the door to the echo chamber behind him.

His footsteps reverberated on the not yet carpeted floors. In his dreams, he often found himself in these hallways, usually unclothed, without teeth, eating cheese.

(via marjoree)

A short short from January ‘08. My favorite way to write.

by chelseagirl
The Picnic
"I haven’t done this in a long time," she said. Her eyes wandered to his chest; his ice chest, that is.
"What’d you bring us?"

by chelseagirl

The Picnic

"I haven’t done this in a long time," she said. Her eyes wandered to his chest; his ice chest, that is.

"What’d you bring us?"

"Did you see Ruth?"
"The acrobat Ruth?"
"No, the beekeeper Ruth. Yes, of course, the acrobat Ruth. She’s looking for you, you know. Something about a pie?"
"Ohhhhhh! Pie! Right, yes — I should go find her."

"Did you see Ruth?"

"The acrobat Ruth?"

"No, the beekeeper Ruth. Yes, of course, the acrobat Ruth. She’s looking for you, you know. Something about a pie?"

"Ohhhhhh! Pie! Right, yes — I should go find her."

"People with crooked teeth should always use waxed dental floss.""I know you are, but what am I?""I was just trying to help.""Wax this!"

"People with crooked teeth should always use waxed dental floss."

"I know you are, but what am I?"

"I was just trying to help."

"Wax this!"

"I’ve got everything I need right here. You can leave now."

"I’ve got everything I need right here. You can leave now."

A Poem

I wrote this while I was putting lotion on my legs this morning:

Remember young skin?

Oh! Years.

So, it was a really short poem.

5505 Don’t Be Afraid
Man and woman in bathing suits with bathing machine, c. 1910
"It’s cold!"
"It’s delightful, my dear! Come in, come in!"
"But you can see my — my lady parts!"
"I’m not looking, I can’t see. Come, come to me!"

5505 Don’t Be Afraid

Man and woman in bathing suits with bathing machine, c. 1910

"It’s cold!"

"It’s delightful, my dear! Come in, come in!"

"But you can see my — my lady parts!"

"I’m not looking, I can’t see. Come, come to me!"

(via baumich)
"I’m telling you, I’ve tried them both & the gourmet ones are definitely better. Milk Bones™ taste like cardboard, comparatively speaking.”
(This is what I’m reduced to when I have no frame of reference for a picture. I make shit up.)

(via baumich)

"I’m telling you, I’ve tried them both & the gourmet ones are definitely better. Milk Bones™ taste like cardboard, comparatively speaking.”

(This is what I’m reduced to when I have no frame of reference for a picture. I make shit up.)

"Did you remember to leave extra food for the cat?"
"Yeah."
"Did you leave a note for the mail guy?"
"Yeah."
"Will you be my valentine?"
"Always."

"Did you remember to leave extra food for the cat?"

"Yeah."

"Did you leave a note for the mail guy?"

"Yeah."

"Will you be my valentine?"

"Always."

Waiting
"What did I tell you, LuLu?"
"You don’t need to say it like that, you know."
"Like what?" Exasperated, he took a step back. "I just asked—"
"Not what you said, Ramon, how you said it.”
"But I was just trying to tell you that if you—"
"Ramon! Seriously? When has this ever helped?"
"You’re right. It never has." He pulled the crumpled bag out of the pantry, stuck a chip clip on it & put it back on the shelf. "My bad," he said.
"Your bad is right," she said. "Now go sit, watch t.v., something. Let me finish. I can’t think with you in here."
Ramon slowly backed away from the kitchen, metaphorically speaking.
(The Road, It Winds)
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Waiting

"What did I tell you, LuLu?"

"You don’t need to say it like that, you know."

"Like what?" Exasperated, he took a step back. "I just asked—"

"Not what you said, Ramon, how you said it.”

"But I was just trying to tell you that if you—"

"Ramon! Seriously? When has this ever helped?"

"You’re right. It never has." He pulled the crumpled bag out of the pantry, stuck a chip clip on it & put it back on the shelf. "My bad," he said.

"Your bad is right," she said. "Now go sit, watch t.v., something. Let me finish. I can’t think with you in here."

Ramon slowly backed away from the kitchen, metaphorically speaking.

(The Road, It Winds)

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Manikin, Jerome Liebling, 1962.
Heartbroken after he left her behind, she struggled to maintain her composure. Dropping her on her head in his haste to clean up after himself, he’d not only broken her face — but her heart as well.

Manikin, Jerome Liebling, 1962.

Heartbroken after he left her behind, she struggled to maintain her composure. Dropping her on her head in his haste to clean up after himself, he’d not only broken her face — but her heart as well.

"You didn’t tell me you were going to put it on the wall."
"You didn’t ask."
"Smile."
“You smile.”

"You didn’t tell me you were going to put it on the wall."

"You didn’t ask."

"Smile."

You smile.”

My computer said, “Isn’t there anything I can do? Don’t you want to play a game? Check your RSS feed? Look at some pretty pictures? Something?”
"No." I shook my head. "Nothing. Maybe I’lll read a book, watch a movie. Thanks, though."
My computer sighed. “Any time.”
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My computer said, “Isn’t there anything I can do? Don’t you want to play a game? Check your RSS feed? Look at some pretty pictures? Something?”

"No." I shook my head. "Nothing. Maybe I’lll read a book, watch a movie. Thanks, though."

My computer sighed. “Any time.”

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