i have a new piece up at fourpaperletters today. for some reason, only 285 of the 'accepted' 674 words appear. strange, but whatever man. read here.
here is a picture i took the other day on a mountaintop through a pair of blublockers:
here is a picture i took the other day in a bodega on 5th ave in brooklyn:
here is a picture i took the other day in the swamp in florida of a gator and my gatorade:
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ReplyDeletehere is the 'omitted' passage from the aforementioned story (the 'published' excerpt should follow the following excerpt):
ReplyDeleteI champed taffy.
I uprooted my fillings.
I walked for one hundred and eighty miles.
The path forked.
I turned blue, prostrated, and stopped.
I posited my belly in the center of a gravel lot.
I deciphered the holes in my shoes with my tongue.
A fox revealed itself from the wooded margin.
It osculated.
It blinked its yellow eyes.
I lured it towards my bosom with balled taffy wrappers.
It skittishly sniffed and scampered into the forest.
I tracked its footprints through the snow.
My head buzzed like a hound stoned on bitch pheromone.
The tracks wove through slush and razored brush.
The trail went cold in an evergreen glen.
It encompassed a large igloo.
The edifice rose high above the trees.
I unsheathed my grappling hook, swung it around, and slung it onto the frosty rotunda.
I aped up the precipice.
My weighted body felt like an anvil.
A deep burn flared inside my lungs.
My thorax juddered.
I steadied myself in fear of splaying my coccyx.
I breached the igloo’s panicle and peered across the sky.
The world was a whiteout.
I Helen Kellered my way through the clouds.
I found a doorway on the planar surface of the igloo.
It was padlocked with a heavy chain.
I tried the knob.
It smelled of meat.
I knocked and knocked, and no one answered.
A flock of geese mocked me as they migrated overhead in the shape of a honking labia.
The organ flapped.
I watched it float away.
I assured myself I could have hit it had I toted my paintball gun.
I scaled down the igloo.
I skulked and scrounged around.
I located a giant snowplow along an overgrown railroad.
I swept out the plow and slept inside it.
It was a miserable night.
I shivered like a strung-out teenager.
I woke up in the morning thirsty for blood.
My cock was bumpy with mosquito bites.
I bound it to my thigh with duct tape and saran.
My armpits were buttered with mysterious proteins.
My brain ached like the belly of a pregnant woman slipping on ice.
I fell on my stomach.
My skin clammed.
I puked my guts out.
I followed the railroad through the woods.
The tracks intersected a dirt road.
Rain had made mud puddles in old tire tread.
(sic)
Nice piece and nice pictures, Adam. I wish the whole thing would have been published.
ReplyDeletei know!
ReplyDelete"honking labia"
i mean, come on!