Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

witch feelings

a want, then, are you? are you getting what guardian and babysitters . is this what you want to do? something is being done. there is enough to work faster. full tank is lifting more weight. you are not working hard enough. you have thoughts and feelings? you do then, you're not working hard enough. work brought to you by someone better then you. you are what you do, do so, do more. and, and, and, like, yeah. a better person made better money falling gracious. keep moving, you cant feel earthquakes. give all your money away, you don't want it. all the world kept your money to pay others to do work witch produce work in turn waters gardens. trade portions, count particles and smoke. work jesus, work jesus for your sins. if sin is anything. money will. give jesus away.

what a deal in luxury, you're so great. words are inventions to describe your greatness in meaning, you mean . people live forever , they do. look prove it. thats what you want and your answers will work for jesus. crater works for me, god works for me, creator works for free. how many gods are there?

Monday, June 7, 2010

think thin

sitting in a station comparing choices to spring. john douglas has a coffee comparring choices in a station. the walls hold choices dividing all spaces in a station leopard mammals ring long tall ghosts fogged, sits down in with eyes serene and empty "great to see you johnny" "how long has it been" she exclaimed. "a very long time, alice" " math is my subject, i don't know how long its been" said john with non chalant choices , comparing the spaces "the chicken is getting cold" alice says as she starts to cry. " its been fifteen years, ". "alice whats wrong" , johnny puts down his comparison. " whats is it?"

a train pulls in and people begin by stepping the step steps toward the train as it slows, the choice to sit in this station has changed to a complete stop. johnny looks to alice and sees her empty seat. quick glances come up emty. is that her? she is step stepping the step to a weepy, 3 inch heel choice comparing comparisons, with each step . clink, clak, clak, clakk, the train begins to cry as she leaves the station.