there’s one no two no three no four. they’re everywhere, it’s hard to score. the red is right. the blue stacks bright. in front behind and in the light.
on top they sit. and fill the void. they’re all the same and not destroyed. you want them all to feed your lust, so fit them in you know you must.
i would run from you but instead i stay. put. in the subway. which moves for me. presenting me with motion. pictures. unfolding in front of my eyes. buildings. reflections. urban fragments. i see it once, now twice. what was before is now behind. the colors shift. no sky no land. i run away. it runs for me. the urban blur. the sea of hope. where people land. i want to be.
I found a street that isn’t mine - but it belongs to Caroline.
- Writer #1: The nadj.
- Writer #2: Grasshopper
- Writer #3: Phill
Intro by The nadj.
I had been up for 11 straight days without sleep. The last thing I remembered was looking out the window of a subway car, staring at the buildings, trees and billboards that flickered as the train raced across town. I am not sure if delirious is the best word to describe the state of mind that I was in at the time. I think I was far beyond that. I almost felt a sense of calm from entering into a new level of consciousness. I think it was a 20 some year old redhead that walked by, her smell was intriguingly familiar. I can’t put my finger on it, but I know I’ve smelled it before. It was hard for me to focus on one particular thing, but the seduction of her smell pulled me out of my seat and into the isle of the subway car. The very last thing I remembered before I passed out was the scared look in my wife’s eyes. And now I am here…
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- Writer #1: StarPants
- Writer #2: Jon
- Writer #3: Leo
- Writer #4: jlo
intro written by StarPants:
There is a kangaroo from Katmandu who can’t remember his name. In a different today he is a spotted Leprecorn with furry toes and a purple nose. But in this today in every way he’s marsupial, nameless and gay.
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The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Good job, Pitu. Go fetch. Thank you. Oh no, not again. That was the one I actually needed. I hope they will understand. No, not the expensive paper! PITU! What’s that in your mouth? Good dog, come here. Drop. DROP I said. Here, take this instead. We have a business to run here! Aaaaah… come here… hugs, kisses. Good dog.
- Writer #1: Caroline
- Writer #2: Hernan
- Writer #3: Matthew
It didn’t take John very long to say it. “Welcome back, I am glad you noticed that you’re the only one who matters – to you! But now that you did return from the bar with just one gin and tonic for yourself, would you mind asking your friends if they want something, too?” Joy felt embarrassed and relieved at the same time. Embarrassed because she was found out, relieved because she had a chance to make an excuse and cover up the reason for her behavior. She smiled back at John and reached into the pocket of her pants to make sure that the 4 carat diamond was still in its place.
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Cut paper with your tounge. Don’t look back. Repeat. Again. Turn to your right. Repeat. Again. Turn to your left. Start over. Shed layers. The slices of time. Fragments of yourself. Go for it. Take them off. Every single one of them. You won’t need them anymore. Litter your past. The air is sharp. It hurts to breathe. Cut it up. Suck it in. Spit it out. Walk away.