Excerpt from "Dear Child: Don't Be A Hater" by Belinda at Ninja Poodles:
I want you to know that, in this wide, wide world, there is enough. There is enough success, enough goodness; there are enough blessings to go around. You don't need to take from someone else in order to have something for yourself, and you don't need to diminish anyone else to increase your own stature.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Light Sensitivity's Expensive
Excerpt from "Two Thousand Dollar Bike NUMBER TWO. Number One Got Stolen." by Erin at Out Of Character:
Strangely enough, the more I wear my glasses, the more I seem to rely on them to see shit. Which is fine, both my parents wear glasses, I'm 32-years-old, I think my delicate ego can digest the fact that these glasses serve a purpose other than banal fashion accessory. The problem is that if I take more than two steps outside during the day without sunglasses, my entire face tries to fold up like a clam shell; last week I attempted to check the mail without my sunglasses and I ended up crouched in the front yard with my fists balled into my eye sockets until dusk. It was a really unproductive way to spend ten hours.
Strangely enough, the more I wear my glasses, the more I seem to rely on them to see shit. Which is fine, both my parents wear glasses, I'm 32-years-old, I think my delicate ego can digest the fact that these glasses serve a purpose other than banal fashion accessory. The problem is that if I take more than two steps outside during the day without sunglasses, my entire face tries to fold up like a clam shell; last week I attempted to check the mail without my sunglasses and I ended up crouched in the front yard with my fists balled into my eye sockets until dusk. It was a really unproductive way to spend ten hours.
Childhood Is Brilliant
Excerpt from "I Still Think Every Knock Is The Cops" at Cry It Out:
Like any other child, I played all manner of oddball, make-believe games. Dive ‘em. Catch ‘em. Hit ‘em. Even in the thick, lingering heat of summer, I would build a fort out of blankets, strap on a puffy snowsuit and play “astronaut” in what was essentially a make-believe space kiln. The only thing I remember about that game was an overwhelming swelter that must have burned off billions of brain cells with each new mission. Clearly, I played it a lot.
Like any other child, I played all manner of oddball, make-believe games. Dive ‘em. Catch ‘em. Hit ‘em. Even in the thick, lingering heat of summer, I would build a fort out of blankets, strap on a puffy snowsuit and play “astronaut” in what was essentially a make-believe space kiln. The only thing I remember about that game was an overwhelming swelter that must have burned off billions of brain cells with each new mission. Clearly, I played it a lot.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
You Old
Excerpt from "Painful Reality" at Witt And Wisdom:
Just in case you didn't have anything that depressed the SHIT out of you today.
Just in case you didn't have anything that depressed the SHIT out of you today.
Friday, April 18, 2008
What If...
Excerpt from "What Lessons Do You Want To Leave Your Children? by Alice Bradley at Wonderland:
Find people who you feel good around, smart and funny and kind, and don't let them go. Aim to be like them.
Find people who you feel good around, smart and funny and kind, and don't let them go. Aim to be like them.
Sorrow And Depth
Excerpt from "Three Years" by Karla Cadeau at Untangling Knots:
Life is so short. Enfold yourself in all its vivid reality, embrace it, feel it, live it.
Life is so short. Enfold yourself in all its vivid reality, embrace it, feel it, live it.
We're Raising Wimps
Excerpt from "Dangerous Toys: Dangerous? Or Just Toys?" by Dan at [redacted]:
I mean, I may not be remembering this properly, but I’m pretty sure that I had a toy that used actual gun powder. And look at me – I turned out fine. I have a blog for Christ’s sake.
I mean, I may not be remembering this properly, but I’m pretty sure that I had a toy that used actual gun powder. And look at me – I turned out fine. I have a blog for Christ’s sake.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Terrorizing Children Into Good Behaviour
Excerpt from "Baby Boo-Boo" by Sparkling Red at No More Casual Nonchalance:
As several hundred primary school children looked on in fascinated horror, the police would sit Baby Boo-Boo on an orange traffic cone. Then one of the cops would get into the squad car, rev the engine, and deliberately run her over.
She had a cavity inside her hollow body which they would pre-fill with cherry Kool-Aid, so after the car cleared the scene, she'd be left lying on the asphalt, limbs splayed, in a puddle of red liquid.
As several hundred primary school children looked on in fascinated horror, the police would sit Baby Boo-Boo on an orange traffic cone. Then one of the cops would get into the squad car, rev the engine, and deliberately run her over.
She had a cavity inside her hollow body which they would pre-fill with cherry Kool-Aid, so after the car cleared the scene, she'd be left lying on the asphalt, limbs splayed, in a puddle of red liquid.
The Father
Excerpt from "Following Our Dreams All The Way Home" by Jen Lemen at Shutter Sisters:
The parts I do remember are like this. He is calling home. He is helping some homeless guy he just met. He is bringing home some Austrian backpackers who are shocked that they lock the churches here, and now they have nowhere to sleep. He is talking to the man who is determined to end his life. He is driving some guy to the emergency room, because he found him stabbed on the street. He is collecting wildflowers off the side of the highway, because they are beautiful. He is bringing home flowers for all of us, because we are his little women.
The parts I do remember are like this. He is calling home. He is helping some homeless guy he just met. He is bringing home some Austrian backpackers who are shocked that they lock the churches here, and now they have nowhere to sleep. He is talking to the man who is determined to end his life. He is driving some guy to the emergency room, because he found him stabbed on the street. He is collecting wildflowers off the side of the highway, because they are beautiful. He is bringing home flowers for all of us, because we are his little women.
Turning Points
Excerpt from "Pivotal" by KristinD at Better Now:
The bus driver's eyes were brown, limpid, terrified. I heard a crack as my head went through the windshield and watched, as if outside myself, as I slid down the front of the bus and felt the grit of pebbled snow underneath my cheek.
The bus driver's eyes were brown, limpid, terrified. I heard a crack as my head went through the windshield and watched, as if outside myself, as I slid down the front of the bus and felt the grit of pebbled snow underneath my cheek.
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