friday night at cafe dang
the fire breather shared a drink with me at the traveling bar illegally parked in the lot of the stater brothers supermarket at the edge of little saigon. i wanted to sing but don’t have a voice, i wanted to dance but i have no legs, as you can see, said he. what’s the secret to your skill? i asked. he swallowed a shot rolled off his chair and stared at the face of the...
Blurt: I think the idea is that every person has... →
jeffreyalan: I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things. I’m going to do what I want to… Word.
some of the noise
i remember when it was still easy to believe in something i couldn’t see because i knew the secret was to trust the feeling, to let go of the whispered words in my head and sink into the silver lined copper tub of my dreams. watch out for the debris racing at different paces in orbit around my brain, those single searing thoughts and images that by themselves carry the force of 15...
She pinches it and packs it in the bowl.
It sparkles like when the sun laughs across a morning field.
Howdy.– she says.
What a big room.– the man with the mask says.
What’s your name?– she asks him.
The man says he's cold.
She sits him down on the edge of the bed and wraps her blanket around him.
What’s your name…I mean, do you even have a name?– she asks.
Duh I have a name, how else would I be here? Can’t exist without a name....– he says.
But check out this cool car I'm seeing in my mind,... →
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