Conquer Greenland. Sprout some extra limbs. Walk on water. Marry an insect.

get code for this box here.

it’s too late at night for harmony

Hey mister, are you in a hurry?
I have this package, it needs to be delivered.
It’s a matter of life and death.

In the event of an emergency,
we ask you to please remember to
keep both hands within the safety zone.

It was a dozen roses
I did not know what to do with.
So I hung them in the kitchen
until they dried into powder.

Please believe me.
This manuscript is the one
that will change my career.

On transit, she watched faces.
Tired to find someone to talk to.
Sometimes she would smile if
they were reading a book.

Seems the way, the solution
to finding the melody
is right in front of you.
It’s called sheet music.

She sings swing low sweet chariot
when she’s shopping for cotton.

You don’t cry enough.

In his dreams he is a doctor.
He had no business in the hospital.
It was an accident he cut you.

The color of leaves falling
is such a cliché
it’s a wonder the trees
don’t die of shame.

My lover used to be mythical,
I found him in the pages of a book.
Shame when he met me
I wasn’t pretty enough.

The clerk at the shop with the
healing crystals has too much acne.
Obviously, she never listens to
the right kind of music.

Chapter one is brilliant.
It reads like a phone call between
Einstein and someone who
grew up poor in New York.

She walks on the outside of the curb
and tells him it’s so if there’s an accident
she’ll get hit first.

Dear, you don’t understand.
I need to learn these lines by tomorrow.
If I don’t, I’ll be fired.

The moral majority has
declared that you’ve stepped too far
This time we expect you
to relinquish your relationship
with the child.

Prosthetics are too expensive.
Your eyes are beautiful just the way they are.
Plastic can’t replace liquid honey.

My troubles with gods began
when I was very young.
I found a book in a hotel drawer
read it and thought it was poor fiction.
No one alive could believe that.

He just kept repeating
the same haunted phrase over and
over “Please yellow bird.”

The mayor claimed it was for
liberty and honour
that he cut the ribbon on the bridge.
Really, it was so he could drive to work
ten minutes faster.

You lied but I would still marry you.

Skin as soft as gentle spring rain,
that’s what it was going to be covered in.
Leather like butter, like a naked
teenager with no self control.

The postcard of San Francisco
arrived with no name so he left it
on top of the stove
and forgot.

You are pensive and often melancholy.
You are everything the internet tells you
except you don’t need viagra.

I wanted hexadactyly when I was little.
My girlfriend wanted a baby.
We split the difference and sewed our
mouths together with red surgical string.

Grandfather claimed that
junk food was communism,
fine in moderation but
not the a way to win the war.

These wings of balsa wood may
be too thin to hold my weight
If you want, you can have the cat.

The Animaris Rhinoceros Transport is a type of animal with a steel skeleton and a polyester skin. It looks as if there is a thick layer of sand coating the animal. It weighs 2 tons, but can be set into motion by one person. It stands 4.70 meters tall. Because of its height it catches enough wind to start moving.”

Watch the video!

There’s more at has a session with Theo Jansen, the creator of these wondrous wind-powered walking machines, at Pop!Tech 2005 here.

The Machine, a short story by Joey Comeau of a softer world.

I leaned over the pool-table at Joe’s Cafe and while I carefully lined up my cue with the ball, I unexpectedly felt like I was a copyright infringement. That someone more deserving had done this exact thing, but had made it art. Shaken, I missed my shot and tried to shoo away my strange thoughts. I was in the wrong company to be attempting to discuss such ideas away. Robin isn’t educated on the right topics and Shadow, Ducky’s brother, doesn’t even have a computer yet. Instead I stood and looked over the poor constellation I had offered the next player. I counted the balls left and questioned colour as a concept. “It’s lucky all three of us suck at this, hey?”

Katie‘s started to take pictures wearing her holiday present.

This is the day I was hit by the truck three years ago. I had killed the hot seed of a child in my womb a month before and where I stained my skirt when I skid along the road, the blood from my bone bare knees mixed with blood from that left-over wound. The snow, that sensation, was so light and soft that it felt like it wasn’t real. My arm was fire and my eyes had met those of the driver a disturbing fraction of a minute before I turned and jumped into the air. My intention was to slide along the hood of the truck, but the snow, that delicate snow, it caught on my shoes. I slipped.

January 27th is the Second Annual

LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day!

Fall down the Rabbit Hole for 24 hours and see what’s there. It will be beautiful.

January 2006