Lornayespeace’s Weblog

fake spider webs everywhere
October 31, 2008, 3:46 am
Filed under: 2008

and i’m happy they’re fake
i’d be almost obnoxiously
or just plain up obnoxiously

if the fake spider webs
were real spider webs

i don’t know why spider webs and spiders scare me
i could guess
or i could expalin
it’s interesting how startled I am
when i see a skeleton of a spider
and then i see its web

and i feel as though
i am the voyeour

the spider was just chillin
and i walked right in
i want to say, “excuse me”
but i’m too scared to talk

after the inital scream


It’s not 3:15
October 3, 2008, 5:09 pm
Filed under: 2008


Monday at 3:15 I was in a class discussing writing and teaching writing.  I shared a memoir I wrote about a professor’s comment freshman year.  I was hesitant to read what I wrote aloud to the class because I made a conscious effort to be honest in that assignment.  I’m always honest, but I tried to be honest without omission.  I still omitted.

Tuesday at 3:15 I realized that I do not have enough units to graduate next semester.  Between 3:15 and 3:30 I accepted that fact.

Wednesday at 3:15 I was at work.  I was helping some SC freshman create a lesson plan to teach political science to middle school students.

Thursday at 3:15 I was at work.  I was editing through my writing to see what I am going to submit to Palaver.  Many of my stories are too long.  The irony is that I typically write stories that are too short — but last semester I made an effort to lengthen my pieces.

Thursday at 3:15 in the morning I was watching It’s Always Sunny in Philadalphia (sp?) with my roommates, recoving from my pizza bite binge.  preparing to brush my teeth.

September 30, 2008, 7:09 am
Filed under: 2008

i love writing.


tuesday at 9

i’m just going to be chillin in the library and writing

i need that time

i need that place

i also like this time idea that WCC has about the 3:15 thang

well played

ima try and do that

i’m in class

but shit, in class or not, the time is still 3:15

an image: the invisable kind of glasses that dissapear at certain angles

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
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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!