Wednesday, August 12, 2009

I'm waiting to mail things at the post office. On the tv it tells me that 700 post offices are being selected for closure. Bases on this line that i am in, this will not be one of them.

Written by Grace Aug 3, 2:12 pm

Pricey

The most expensive real estate of them all is held within the mind. Unplotted endless terrain. Thus it is more practical to sell ideas than objects.

written by Danny Greenberg Jul 30, 3:21 pm
He woke to knocking at his door. No wait. There was no door. But the children's choir singing a Danny Elfman score...hadn't that been real?

Written by Jonathan Jul 30, 10:36 am

Monday, August 3, 2009

Hard-boiled, double-yolked. What other surprises might i find here?

Written by Jonathan Aug 3, 5:07 am
a stomach filled with pasta and a heart heavy after seeing m parallel parking instructor pull away for north carolina, i am going to sleep in this new town in this new bed in this new orleans.

written by Grace Aug 2, 11:54 pm
Breathing like salmon with asthma, I lie in bed freshly baked from a nap. My eyes have miraculously not been whited out. I see my world lick its lips.

written by Leah Aug 1, 8:22 pm
I want to snuggle like fabric softener.

Written by Leah Aug 1, 8:20 am