September 20th, 2012 / 12:26 pm
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Blake Butler
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Win Lonely Christopher’s CRUSH DREAM
Hot new shit all over the place coming from Radioactive Moat : Most recently Lonely Christopher’s CRUSH DREAM : Of which CAConrad said “DON’T BE STUPID you know as well as I do these poems boil to the top of the gravy!!” : And of which RM has kindly offered to giveaway a copy along with copies of Ji Yoon Lee’s IMMA and Lucas de Lima’s GHOSTLINES , both also from RM.
All one has to do is : “Write Three Sentences About Your Worst Crush.” : Leave your sentences as a comment and a winner will be selected by Lonely Christopher : in ~48 hrs
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I don’t need three sentences. She was in the screen, I was on the other side, and all she ever did was cavort with Zack or Slater.
Teen Steam in summer; liquid spandex. You know me. Sweatpants.
Sweet on Sally.
Crept in the ally.
Perpetually
shilly-shally.
He said Paris had been the best time of his life. When he was happiest. I thought, How is that supposed to make me feel?
Kidnapping 2nd degree with a firearm: 20 years
Aggravated sexual assault 1st degree: 15 to 30 years
Manslaughter 1st degree with a firearm: 30 to 60 years
We were museum guards. I wore the
rented pants, and he wore his own. I said he looked like a statue,
and he said he was only attracted to thinly muscled men with pretty
faces.
A Spanish circus worker is fighting for his life in a Cork hospital after runaway elephant Baby crushed him.
A pathologist concluded Barnes either kicked or stamped on the back of her head, or he may have crushed her skull by pressing it against a hard surface such as a floor.
“I am relieved for them that the court process has come to an end.”
I passed a stranger and thought I heard him warn, “I love you.” What he really said was, “That’s bad luck.” If his name is Marshall, I can’t find our mutual friends.
My father-in-law insists putting a nasty sponge in the microwave for a few seconds will make it smell better.
Di
The weapon was secret and the unexpected, unfamiliar sound
of the explosion caused a panic and mass hysteria. As the crowd surged forward
towards the shelter, a woman tripped on the stairs, causing many others to
fall. Within a few seconds 300 people were crushed into the tiny stairwell. 172
people died at the scene, with one more dying in hospital later; 62 of the dead
were children. The crush at Bethnal Green is the largest loss of civilian life
in the UK in World War II and the largest loss of life in a single incident on
the London Underground network.
I had a dream last night my mother and I were selling pharmaceuticals. We kept them buried beneath the tree, colorful bowls of dirt diligently tamped. It seemed a good business until I saw the neighbor in her curtains.
I drove by his house and she was in the window. And he was, I guess, under her in the window. All that glass between us.
He frequented film screenings, I frequented
free wine. We held gazes
while PhD students wrestled
with the projector. I never let him
fuck me, afraid he’d see
the production credits rolling
over my shoulders.
He wore a dirty bomber jacket every day and he looked really evil. Later, I learned that he wasn’t evil at all, just angry and sad. He knew a lot about Italo disco, and that impressed me.
We met at outdoor ED in 6th grade. A bear and her cubs were rumbling through the trashcans. In Jr. High she held my hand and kissed me to let me know we’d never be together.
It must’ve been Gulf Shores, Alabama sometime during the second Bush’s second term when I stopped into the Winn-Dixie––across the road from the beach––and picked up a Sour Apple Crush. There’s not an obscenity obscene enough to describe that flavor and I’m almost certain the folks at Cadbury Schweppes discontinued the drink immediately. That was my worst Crush.
The only thing longer than her hair were the emails; one strand brings it all crashing back. Muses are such treacherous things. Though we were never together,I still feel like I’ve lost her.
We went to the same school. We were outwardly devout but skipped on the cusp of lechery. I skipped longer than she.
5th grade. He said he was a Republican; I said I was a Democrat. Then I thought, maybe this is one of those Romeo & Juliet things.
How if I had to look at her for more than a few moments I thought I needed to smoke four cigarettes at once. When we went to restaurants we always went to Chinese ones so I could stand on one side of the aquarium and look at her through it and the fish were bright and distracting between us and the water sort of warped her head. I swear to god one time she was talking and a roach crawled from her mouth and like down her neck and I was just watching it and she said something about how it annoyed her that I had all these actual opinions about fast food.
He was in my friend’s band, and he winked at me a lot. I think straight boys like to tease me especially. I got him drunk once and convinced him to kiss me.
The things he did to me. The things I allowed him
to do. I want him to suffer like my mother suffered.
The things he did to me. The things I allowed him to do. I want him to suffer like my mother suffered.
“Soon a visitor shall delight you.” In bed. Give a crying man a mirror.
I think this is over. I don’t know. Salt me some french fries before I forget you.
I left Beijing for Baltimore where I proceed to drink too much. While waiting on Amtrak I committed a grievous faux pas. A week later her upstairs neighbor leapt from the twenty-eighth floor and she said maybe I shouldn’t call anymore.
lonely christopher has selected the winner: Davey Houle. thanks to all for entry.
BUFFALO
It’s easy to
expect some giant robot falling out of love in Ohio, some shadowy corporation
or asteroid to hit your hometown breaking up with your first girlfriend.
I knew to go
and it didn’t matter where to—I drove all night to Buffalo.
I knew a quiet
knife who could pretend to be anything in Buffalo, and she stayed up all night
for me.