"So that sort of thing makes a difference."

[unburiable]

My final conventional act as a free man was to murder my family

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I ate MY dessert.

[foreignpetals]

So Pansy Yorba got his ass beat at Estradi's, huh? My agent, Carl Spatazza told me he is upset at me for not helping him out. Louis fucking Yorba has ruined 3 of my dinners with his mob-like playground antics. Looks like Neil Garriscond has the upper hand and my business now. You can cry all you want, Yorba.

But not on my time.

That oughtta show you to misspell someone's name.

Ted Danson.

Nobody cares what aging thrift store television jockeys eat at somebody else's party.

[unburiable]

To whom it may concern:

Wearing a brown paper bag over your face, tucking it under the collar and making sure the tie is straight: That’s pretty much how you need to start handling preparing for a day at the office. I had my secretary Belinda type up some written denials and two of my lawyers-Kevin Ballow and Stevens Ace-are busy shoving the particulars of it straight up your get fucking lost.

When Louis Yorba fell off his stool, he landed ass last on the back pages of a trash tabloid, right where he fucking belongs. Now if you’ll please excuse me, there’s nothing here to do with any of you that is worth another second of my office time. I’m shutting the lights off and heading out to drink dry acetate martinis with Magnolia’s Melora Walters. If you see my private room at Studio 54 Revived rocking, wait in line.

Yours,
Neil Garriscond.

jeret is my hero

[cryinblooddust]

drink
drank
drunk
lets party
take pictures of me and rachael. were hot
just trying to get her to follow through will be tough
we can do it captin
okay cheerio
i love you

Holding hands by the lake while the lightning gets worse.

[unburiable]

"Nobody's near a telephone tonight, you know," explained Stanley, looking out through the blinds

[thesetup]

that was awesome - it's been a while.

Last words before the fireworks drown conversation out.

[unburiable]

I think that means previous efforts on behalf of the office were crappy, yes? I tried to have everything up and running before the New Year hit, but what with all the nostalgia going about concerning not having the walls re-painted (which would cover the mural by Oasis frontman Liam Gallagher), not everything fell into place too properly.

Someone even broke an arm on the stairwell after getting her foot caught on a pair of painting shoes left by the hired hand and the office had to be closed for investigation pending a major lawsuit betwixt my employer and the benefactor of a huge apple farm. We’ll have a non-negotiable contract out to The Set-Up by May.

Signed,
One of Yorba's incompetent employees.

los angeles is a barren wasteland (b/w circadian rhythm).

[anonymous]

brother: im looking at juke boxes on ebay
sister: no.
sister: nope.
sister: sorry.
sister: too happy days.
brother: yeah
brother: i told you about how happy days is the perfect gauge for everything
sister: i wasn't even thinking about that.
sister: that's funny.
sister: yeah, happy days is way mediocre.
brother: word yo
brother: i got to go to bed, midnight is my school night bedtime
brother: 'night
sister: word yo? even hope doesn't say that shit.
sister: you sound like tess.
brother: hahaha
sister: yeah.
sister: everyone's turning in besides me.
sister: that's cool, DAWG.
sister: goodnight.
brother: solid
sister: right on, right on.
brother signed off at 11:52:21 PM.

Centipedes discovered missing from the port laboratory.

[unburiable]

Specific Insects: How very frightening. My power just went out again, and there is still too much that needs to be done. I cannot have this as a residual occurrence, don’t you see?

Dead Baby Captain: is it stormy?

Specific Insects:Nope. And that’s the scary thing about it. I had my neighbor Jenkins make a cursory check of the grounds and he noticed nothing out of the ordinary, but I’m not so sure Jenkins would know exactly what to be on the look-out for. It's been going out in different wings of our building (the power), so I think we're having “electrical shortages,” as they’d so like to say on the telephone.

Dead Baby Captain: power crisis, how familiar. oh, and half the southeast quarter went out last week.

Specific Insects: It's not the fucking same; I’m telling you that things have been strange here as of late. The power has been going out in Julee’s room all day, intermittently in the living room, and just now, for the first time, in my room. Why my room? I don’t like it one bit.

Dead Baby Captain: and did you catch that

Aformentioned couches, siutable for sleep, not suitable for friends. But the milkstains look nice.

[anonymous]

There are spaces allowed inbetween couch cushions, where things dissapear. Lovers become bitter corpses, friends become dust. Children become playmates, and annoying, suicidal catastrophies. But, yes. it is nice to have a couch.

Bicyclists.

[unburiable]

In a shower of rain, blood and the soot from a fireplace came Phonograph. The sound of directionless bodies toppling against the front door sent dull thudded echoes through the boy’s troubled skin. Splintering, but more of bone than wood, as the door creaked in its limits, then pushed inward against the efforts of multiple hinges, locks and latches. The door fell in a gull’s warning of carnage, like a shipwreck, and a broken tangle of stripped bodies spilled into the foyer. Birds chirped outside how lovely it was to be a bird with no worries but worms for the little ones

If only Loius Yorba knew what it was like to birth a child...

[anonymous]

So, perhaps in this lazy intoxicated state i should only wish the hours of sleep were close, but instead a weary hush of a ceiling fan drowns my head. Perhaps these words should be saved for later date. But the night grows long, and my eyes not so tired and i only wish i knew what it was like to be out amongst Mountain Goats. Instead i unconsiously dream of Portland, and wonder what could lay ahead. "Exactly what do i mean to you?", she says, but is answered only by her tears. Perhaps she will read the answer in tomorrow's news headline. "Boy meets girl, girl destroys boy, girl grows up, boy...?????

To different days for different people...

girls, boys. all versus, no and.

[anonymous]

boy tells girl she's the one. girl tells boy she's not the one for anyone. boy doesn't really care if girl stays. girl wants to run away. boy doesn't care what the girl says. girl doesn't know what she really wants. boy could go either way. girl could go either way.

and what the fuck?