Tag: writing
member name: Jillbilly H.
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June 21, 2006 08:45 PM EDT --
I love you, but I will never tell you. This is the best thing I could ever do for you.
No man could ever fit into my life. When you ask about being more than friends, I tell you I . . .
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June 20, 2006 01:07 PM EDT --
"I'll always love you," he lied.
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June 14, 2006 12:09 PM EDT --
And then, my friend, you die.
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August 07, 2006 06:36 PM EDT --
Hello again gatherers of the world. Again I need to apologize for my relative invisibility as of late. Aside from moving right now, my work has also been insanely busy. A few of you may . . .
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June 10, 2006 06:03 PM EDT --
Gilligan's Island and Sesame Street
Angry voices behind closed doors
Bee stings and oak tree forests
A go-kart speeding down a dirt road
Cowboys wrestling dogs by the fireplace
Horses, Flaky Flix . . .
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June 06, 2006 06:13 PM EDT --
(Another one of my peices previously published in XPress)
Joani Blank is a 67-year-old with three grandchildren. She's the type of grandma that brings her neighbors pie and sings in church choir. . . .
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June 13, 2006 01:36 PM EDT --
1) I like an extremely broad spectrum of music, but I don't like the Greatful Dead, The Beatles, Led Zepplin, Jimmi Hendrix or the Doors. A lot of people think this . . .
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July 23, 2006 08:22 PM EDT --
Saw it. Sang it.
Streamers.
Rhyming reading wrong.
Fellatio fantasizes.
Fetishize fisticuffs
Sweet soul
Sweet sweet soul no sun
Got no home.
Jive.
Scream n' moan
Queenly queefs.
Keen . . .
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December 28, 2006 12:01 PM EST --
So there are definately some amazing brands out there, just as obviously, there are some TERRIBLE stores out there. Here's my thoughts on what seriously rocks and what seriously sucks.
What's . . .
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June 05, 2006 03:40 PM EDT --
First, take a lemon that you hope is still ripe. Cut off the icky brown spot on it. Squeeze all lemon juice possible out into a tupperware bowl using your hands. (Ghetto points 1 and 2, having no juice . . .
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June 16, 2006 01:20 AM EDT --
March 11,2004
Dear Crayola Crayon Company,
I am a big fan of your products. Whereas most contemporary artists out grow their crayons, . . .
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November 06, 2006 07:12 PM EST --
There's a high level of competition when it comes to getting certain "cool jobs" in retail. Let me tell you now, it's not worth it.
The corporation knows that they . . .
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June 08, 2006 03:29 PM EDT --
Oh creepy guy you are so freaky
You always seem to smell so reek-y
I love you from your creepy eyes
All the way down to those freaky lies
When you finally take a stand
And drag me firmly by the hand
Force . . .
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June 18, 2006 03:00 PM EDT --
I have a hard time writing about my dad. For one thing, I love and respect him more than anyone else I've ever met. For another, I know that he really loved his daughters more than anything . . .
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June 30, 2006 03:36 PM EDT --
Put out then Get Out
The Teenage Harlets Give it All up Everytime
It could be any given Teenage Harlets show. Johnny Dismal, . . .
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June 18, 2006 02:58 AM EDT --
Having toe nails is so outdated
It seems to be very overrated
You're much better swimming the Sea
Than walking around like me.
Don't pray for toe nails little dolphin
They need to . . .
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September 18, 2007 02:53 PM EDT --
A newish website you may not have seen is certainly worth your time and effort to check out today. The site's called Yelp (like a small annoying dog). Yelp is a social network based around . . .
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June 17, 2006 10:17 PM EDT --
Published in XPress Magazine
Eight people, all dressed in striped pants or striped shirts, sing solemnly with their eyes shut . . .
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June 06, 2006 02:40 PM EDT --
(Forewarning, this one is not a silly article like many of my others, this was previously published in XPress Magazine at SFSU)
Adrian Turner holds a can of black spray paint with one hand and uses the . . .
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June 07, 2006 09:27 PM EDT --
There once was a cow named Bob
Carrots he liked to Rob
Big, bright beautiful carrots
Crispity, Crunchity Carrots
Then one day there was no more
So Bob walked to the store
He tried and tried to open . . .
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