
HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS by Aaron Burch
It was exciting and sad and over too fast and underwhelming and amazing, all at the same. It was all of it. It was beautiful.
It was exciting and sad and over too fast and underwhelming and amazing, all at the same. It was all of it. It was beautiful.
His physique is quite distressing. It is not something I like to observe.
Like anything, Hot Wheels has a language. Like any language you encounter, you want to make this one your own.
At sixteen I went ocean swimming. I swam so deep that the land turned into a thin grey line. The ocean turned into hills like blue elephants.
Oh, the bear came with the house, I lied. The Lord hates a lying tongue, the pastor said.
“It’s not that it disappears,” he said. “It’s just deep. It’s like a cliff. It goes all the way down. But it’s something new, Rico.”
People—and I mean even absolute strangers—they’ll just talk and talk and talk and they expect you to listen to their whole life story. Have you ever experienced this? Do you know what I mean?
nevertheless i have grown tired of it already, as anyone in my situation would. anyway, i am stuck. hand looks bad.
There’s enough clogged hair to build a new human, one who believes in the plunger, the snake, the possibility that our channels will flow free.
Her sandwich – mine now – is sloppily assembled, the melted cheddar thick with oil like a handsome man’s mucus. I eat without chewing much.