julianbleach

The Burger Theory
It was late Saturday night & I was in a booth with Cobie Thatcher, chowing down on the most delicious burger I had ever tasted, (Mango & Avacado, welcome to Burger Town, my tastebuds High Five you) when she gets a DUI call from her.um, well its complicated, so lets just call him a friend. She goes out to take the call...
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Board Game Night with CC!
BananaGrams: Tournament of Literary Torture in Camperdown -

Photographic Evidence of grammar here - http://tinyurl.com/2cpquol

The Gentleman: A Prologue

Lily hestiantely entered the room, her face a downpour, a landslide of foundation, mascara purging from her eyes. A black thought cloud hung above her head in a smog of doom. The white walls were in great contrast to the black mood she was extruding from above and around her luscious jet black hair. She approached an old oak desk that...
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Listless Shins
Imagination does not exist, nor does existence, imagine that.
A barrier that bounds and forms a foggy construct to keep out an unseen threat.
Like a rainbow, or a pet.
We are but a bizarre bazaar left to be fed.
Laughter is a form of fear, we bare our teeth
like animals in defense against the fence that folds.
Recognise a cognitive device...
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Open thy mouth and spill forward thy Fruit
Rotten as it may be, the World must be Fed
We demand intake, and will take what you demand
Anton Bergh

Great Stakes in The Great Lakes
Imagine if you will, Anything else.
Any other place, Any other time, in any other space. This is where Chloe Sharpe of Michigan wants to be. But she is not.
Chloe sits in a car, the car sits in traffic, her and the exhaust sharing much in common. She recites a testimonial inside her head, the one which had...
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Microwaved Minerals
He had been here before, but this time if just felt wrong, lame almost. This unearned proximity of intimacy felt like a stolen diamond in his hot little hands, like something almost tangible. His enjoyment had usually been embellished from afar, where no harm could be done.
Now his futile attempts at courting his close friend had turned sour. Lament spread deeply through...
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Splendid Ocean Hotel
I go where I please.
Reckless and fantastic, I walk through walls and into wombs.
I am mighty amongst most.
Headstrong,
Footweak,
Fell and fallen,
Pushed and pulled
Along the boardwalks,
Harrassed and hammered
by hailing hawks
In the form of little compliments,
They criss and cross
Against my chest
And scar like permanent memos.
The Splendid Ocean Hotel
Lies east of...
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Post Modern Designer Doom
The end is a design through which there can be a beggining. Merry mysogonistic means to an end, why hope for something to end? When you hope for new begginings you hope too for old endings. time is short, time is long, time is tll, time is long. a sticky hot ball of invariable mess thrown inside a jar and put...
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Today I saw The Most Beautiful Girl In The World (an Ideal thats constantly shifting) working in a Bakery in Newtown.
She had AshBlonde hair, thick black eyebrows, slightly anorexic but with high cheekbones. She looked as if she were in terrible pain, almost like she were dying. Naturally I bought a Blueberry Bagel from her. She smiled, which in turn made me smile, but...
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