Monthly Archives: March 2016

I bought the Fuck You pasta just like you asked I do what I can to complete every task you set out for me after I’ve screwed up good like inviting over all the neighborhood hoods like I did just … Continue reading →

I can do much better than that. Trust me If you give me a chance I can make you believe too. I’ll increase endurance and diminish weight. The volume might be harder to revise but I’ll give it my best … Continue reading →

We could have talked about it I guess. We could have discussed things instead of flying into fury and fighting for five fevered hours. We could have remained calm and taken things more lightly. We could have been different people … Continue reading →

You bitch. You sudden flaming pimple on the face of this unholy world. You and you’re holier than thou “I know better than everyone else” no-doubt Christian generosity. You’re the one that put the tub in the break room, didn’t … Continue reading →

I can see how you wouldn’t see it but all the cleaning I’d been doing I was doing for you. For us. I’d been trying in my own dumb way to build us a home out of the few building … Continue reading →

My legs are sodden. I want to stay hidden in shade laying about and enjoy this bed I’ve made. I seek to stay home but the quest goes on. The cocoon of this comfortable couch has its siren song but … Continue reading →

I love her but she thinks only of Tim and Tim wants to date Jim who is still broken up over Marybeth whom, if I’m reading it right is giving me the eye. Why must it always be like this … Continue reading →

Why will you not renew our romance? What parts of our history do you take issue with? What can I do to get you to subscribe to furthering our future? How can I convince you to invest in another season … Continue reading →

Goddamn my stomach and fuck this thing that is running through me. From nausea to incontinence and back again on a half-hour schedule? What cruel God brought this upon me? What cunt crushing diabolical deity thought that this was the … Continue reading →

I’m sorry I broke the kickstand and the concession stand and the bandstand. I didn’t mean to cause so much harm. All I sought to do was be some help. I hoped you’d appreciate my actions and invite me to … Continue reading →