Sharp Teeth and Hair All Over

Pieces of writing

March 20th, Morning

WNYU radio reading

I Could Chew on This Bark for Weeks

It’s Cold

Caspar the Friendly Rat who is Going to Die Soon

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I would never call somebody something to their face that’s shittier than something I would call myself while walking until my legs hurt because I can’t handle normal grown-up things.

Realistic fiction written while waiting for the bus that never came.

I Like Giving People Space: Next Generation

Guy That Loves Vinegar but Doesn’t Know How to Spell it

Busses should have signs that say, “Let us know when people are running.”

When I wrote this, parts of this were actually happening while I was writing this in my notebook, but I decided to write those parts in past tense anyways so I could post this now instead of last night.

Does anybody know what the adjictive “Gamey” means in reference to how meat tastes?

Wonder What it Would be Like to Work at Office Depot