i am small and insignificant and the world is big and mountainous and a rocky ledge i want to throw myself from...

SWINE FLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

people on the subway are wearing masks on their faces and fearing for their lives and thinking the word 'pandemic' over and over and over and i don't understand and i felt paranoid that i did not have a mask on my nose and then wondered if i could buy one at the rite-aid and then i thought that would be ridiculous. no - i seriously hope i don't get sick but if i do get sick i hope i develop a natural immunity to the virus so scientists can harvest my blood and then they can vaccinate every person and pig that is feeling sick and everyone can be healthy again and we can go back to eating pigs and not feeling scared of them.

greenbeard mag / ophelia street

i have a new piece up at greenbeard magazine.

greenbeard is headquartered in SLOVAKIA.

i think this is cool.

if you are bored, check-out my story...

...but only if you're bored.

It 'exists' here: http://greenbeardmag.com/?p=202

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i have a short-short thing in Ophelia Street's second issue.

Here is a copy of the cover:

you can read my story somewhere in this PDF: http://www.monkeycorner.net/Ophelia_Street_V1_I2.pdf

wamack

check out Wamack:A Journal of the Arts

i have a short piece up today. you can read it here:

http://wamack.blogspot.com/2009/04/unconscionable-mattress.html

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i want to go here:

flash fire 500

i - like - wrote a story, and shit...

http://flashfire500.blogspot.com/2009/04/inertia-by-adam-moorad.html?zx=e07ef6d98f914fdf
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does any one know how to twitter?

i'm looking for another way to isolate myself further from the world...

i think it's possible twitter can help me achieve this...

insolent rudder

I wrote a story about a car accident.

The car accident was really not a car accident – but a truck accident.

The truck accident happened somewhere in Appalachia.

It is beautiful there but I would never want to live there.

The story is about cold and hungry Appalachian people.

Sometimes these people don’t speak correctly.

I think that’s okay as long as they can understand one another.

One of the characters is named SAM PINK.

I think that’s okay as long as I say that it’s not the real SAM PINK….

….but maybe a colder and hungrier and altogether Appalachian version.

READ: http://www.insolentrudder.net/spring2009_Newfound_Gap.html
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I am bored at work and am discretely typing a story in brief and caffinated hiatuses.

It’s about unconscionable mattresses.

It’s titled “unconscionable mattresses”

Does that sound like something someone would want to read sometime someday for some reason?

sein und werden

I have a new piece up at sein und werden. It appears in their new ‘cinematique’ issue. It's full of different bits of 'Expressionism, Surrealism and Existentialism.'





CHECK IT OUT: http://www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinundwerden/3_4/page21.html

abjective

i wrote a story about a little lady. it's up at abjective. abjective is edited by darby larson, the.

check out my story here: http://www.abjective.net/021.html

check out darby here: http://darbylarson.blogspot.com/

then go outside - it's springtime!

I have a new story up at SUB-LIT. It’s titled “Hinge” and is very short.

http://www.sub-lit.com/moorad.html

SUB-LIT is cool. There are a few other stories up. I kinda like the one by derek nikitas titled “trashcan special” – it has a good fuck-it-jive-rhythm, which is important to me.
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I have been writing less and less…this makes me feel guilty.

The lack of writing has coincided with the lack of nicotine use.

I’m almost 26 and am already hypertensive, i think.

I think this hypertension coincides with the fact I am disgusted by most things.

I think I have an ulcer somewhere too…it feels like a knot in my stomach that squeezes my intestines gradually.
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The other day, my mother told me I should go into politics.

I told her “no” because “I don’t like people”

This made her smile.

poetry?

I have my first piece of poetry published in Breadcrumb Scabs. I don’t know that much about poetry and never studied any of it outside the Romantics (and that was when I was forced) - and I don't remember all that much about any of them...One guy had a clubbed-foot, I think, and they all had syphilis, or something – even the guy with the clubbed-foot.

I think a poem about a syphilitic poet with a clubbed-foot would be an awesome poem. I am not a poet. I do not have any syphilis (that I know of...) - A poet with syphilis should be the one to write this poem.

Read my non-syphilitic poem here and see how much I do not know about poetry. See how much I suck. (I wonder if syphilis enhances poetic range...)

Download: http://www.lulu.com/items/volume_64/6470000/6470291/1/print/6470291.pdf

Or buy: http://www.lulu.com/content/6470291/

Here is a picture of the cover:






I cannot tell if it’s really cool…or really weird.