Monthly Archives: July 2016

Bernard tells me my people don’t exist. He searched for them using arcane stratagems known only to his people only to discover that nothing can be found about my grandparents and their business or their home before the war. “It’s … Continue reading →

I just passed your apartment or what I think was your apartment. It’s been so many years since I had your address information and I don’t know how accurately I ever committed your personal data to my memory. Your breasts, … Continue reading →

It’s hard to walk with you. I keep turning to stare and fall all over my big dumb feet. My pants tent out and I end up taking little hop-steps to keep up. The boner I wear isn’t mine. It … Continue reading →

I may have had my last Mexican meal. The last three times I tried that thing I found it very trying indeed. I do not think I can stomach half the foods that I used to. The poisons I once … Continue reading →

To the French girls who inexplicably were uninterested in a ménage a trois with moi: your loss, babies! I could certainly do better than getting saddled with your perfect bodies and hyper educated minds for a night. I dodged a … Continue reading →

Welcome to the world, little one. I am so so glad to have you back. We missed you while you were gone quite a bit. Was it hard to be away from your loving parents after you left? It was … Continue reading →

When you wake up you will feel refreshed. When you wake up you will forget what had happened. When you wake up you will become renewed and assume all the responsibilities that were given up before closing your eyes and … Continue reading →

My therapist is blaming all my problems on my father which seems somewhat unfair as he is somewhat dead. My father. My therapist is quite alive though I sometimes wish it otherwise. Like now. My father is defenseless and hasn’t … Continue reading →

Because I respect your opinion I am trying to like your favorite band. So far it is not going well. There is nothing wrong with them, per se. They are all right in every way I can define but as … Continue reading →

After hours Howard and I snuck into the park ill-gotten goods under hand, ill-omened anxiety on face apprehension entirely in mind. It was the Fourth and we sought to blow our loads absent of any observers. There was no one … Continue reading →