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in brief
August 11, 2008, 6:58 am
Filed under: 2008

do tea calls



One-syllable story/poem. Using only one syllable words, write about anything or anyone. But suddenly with a limited vocabulary. .


i’m two days behind
August 6, 2008, 5:47 pm
Filed under: 2008

i’ve been writing, though.

i’ll respond to the prompts, soon.

3 days left of jobs.

then 2 weeks before school starts.

2 semesters left of college.

the rest of my life to break down into segments of time.

3am no alarm clock neccesary
August 4, 2008, 10:14 am
Filed under: 2008

it’s 3:05 and i’m up with my brother painting a table. he’s looking through the encyclopidia trying to find some good picttures of crabs. i’m using sharpee to accent the paint on the table. it’s going to be a dope table/desk. the theme is underwater sea creatures (imaginary or real).

this reminds me of a time i chalked in founders (? that student housing off the row?). erik and i chalked on a balcony and created a sign that read, “underwater bathroom” with an arrow. we also did a “chalk-topus.” those were the days.



Go to sleep and set your alarm clock for 3am. Wake up at 3am and write whatever comes to you. It is the magical hour of slept over epiphanies, sandman soliloquies, the lucid writing in between dreaming and waking.

August 3, 2008, 9:27 am
Filed under: 2008

there is a cool episode of the radio show “this american life” that deals with this same idea. the stories stretch from light to thought-provoking. i enjoyed listening to it. the program is a great one, overall. ira glass is the host. he’s dope. he put out a comic book about how to make a cool radio show. i’m reading it on and off right now. it’s super short. it’s my purse book. fits perfectly.


i used to think that kroq and mtv were the same thing, you blow bubbles out of your mouth and not your nose when you’re swimming, if i rubbed butts with my friends when i was in elementary school that our butts would switch for a little bit, and that bush jr. would never get a second term.


Write about a misconception you had as a child. Maybe you thought the devil lived in the basement, that people were saying “peas on earth,” your grandfather was a vampire. Mistakes make great art!

my dad won a banana eating contest once
August 2, 2008, 4:48 am
Filed under: 2008

17 bananas in 2 minutes

he’s in the guiness book of world records

my delicious claim to fame.




Dessert poetry. Write the history of nuts in your life, the public record of pie eating, coffee ice cream accounts or donut confessions. Give sweets a lofty title and crack open your mind to a different way of seeing the usual.