Posts Tagged ‘fuck’

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

Dali talks about butterflies. Okay.

fuck

Saturday, April 3rd, 2010

1. Fuck that story by that guy. Read something else. I wanted to introduce you to this new writer anyway and this story will make you pant-pee and laugh like a photogenic butcher.

2. Has anyone seen the fucking new Hayden’s Ferry? Number 46 is re-donk. I can’t link it’s so new. What’s up with these people? In a short time, they have made their magazine crisp, beautiful, full of bad-ass writing, crazy. I mean they stepped up their Slay and are not looking back. My mind on their magazine has gone from throw-me-a-bone to ranch-style nacho pie. Fuck yes. Get it.

3. fuck you. punk.

4. Yesterday walking the hallway and I see a lady at a table and advertising a free raffle. A FREE RAFFLE. What the fuck?

5. Heroin. Sex. Scientology. What do you want? NSFW pics, so sorry if you work on Saturday. I include this because I think the guy’s write-up was CW techniques all glow (He uses Tao Lin quotes and all types of solid pacing, transitions–“This is where things get weird.”)  Also I’ve been drinking fake absinthe and it fit well in my “fuck” theme I have going here.

Last Thanksgiving I was staying at a friends house for a few days before a trip to South America.

Stories that begin this way always end up with heroin and Scientology, this we know. A lot could be learned from that opening sentence. If you say friends should be friend’s I’ll punch you in the spleen. It is Saturday. relax.

6. Kristen Shaw with a great fucking flash at decomP. It includes the term fuck.

Fuck

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

Seems like people like to edit things down to what offends them a lot of the time. Positive efforts get sometimes burped.

Here’s where somebody did that with the movie Casino, but in a fun way.

It’s okay to have fun.

In-ter-net.

Elizabeth Ellen

Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008

Being sort of old school and timid of new things, I didn’t realize that the internet indie lit scene rocked until I read Elizabeth Ellen. Fucking A.   I didn’t even know who Barry Graham was until I read everything that Elizabeth Ellen has ever published and everyone knows how important Barry is to me.  The clarity of  emotion! The  rawness! Her boobs! I worship her. She makes me a better writer just by having read her stories. And poems. Read her story on Dogzplot right now and tell me that it isn’t one of the bravest, twisted things of beauty that you’ve read. I also like that she’s got a tween, like me and Barry.  I like everything about her and I don’t know her at all!  You can read about her life story though at Michael Kimball’s “write your life story on a postcard” thingy. But really, buy her chapbook, Before You She Was a Pittbull. Then, hang out all day on her author website, clicking away at all of the links. I think she needs to update her website, though, and I would offer to help her with that because I love her so much.