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Jan. 7th, 2009




Large mouth bass, lemon yellow post-its, little fish theater mug, lien release, line corrector, lotion, lease, lint roller, liter of water, letters from vendors, tenants, & the IRS, lists, and lists, and lists, and legal forms and legal holidays, letter opener, letterhead, legal #10 envelops, life, livelihood.

Jan. 6th, 2009

d . g r a y - m a n



You hurt so much...

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Jan. 2nd, 2009

[tv RI] JM hugs n kisses


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Dec. 15th, 2008

sexy J


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Ihope this is allowed!!!

Hi guys, thought I'd post something that isnt fiction, but more of a discussion point, hope this is allowed. 
  • I get bouts of dialouge and scenes at the most inappropiate times....like when I am at work, packing bread, having a bath or sleeping...so my question is, does this ever happen to you?
  • Also, where do you get your inspiration for dialouge from? Conversations you hear? Something you read in a magazine, newspaper, song lyrics?
  • Do you find hand writing or typing easier?
  • Do you find it easy basing your characters on people you know? People you dont know? Do you change their names?
  • Do you find that listening to music is helpful, theuaputic (sorry, I know it's spelt wrong)
  • As a writer, do you find yourself talking out loud? Do your family/friends think you're nuts? (mine do)
  • Do you imagine yourself as your main female/male character?
I had more points to get people talking but I've forgotten them lolz

Dec. 13th, 2008




Someone asked me today about your girlfriend.  What about her?  I don't know much about her.  You like her, and that's the extent of what I know.  I am unsure of how I feel about her.   I do have some trouble saying her name.  If I were to ask you about her (I won't) I would say, "How's the girlfriend?"  because every time I go to speak her name, I hesitate slightly and the sound catches in my throat, even if the name belongs to someone else.  I reach back with my tongue and pull the letters out one by one, just to say her little, insignificant name.


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You can count five homeless people in a city block. But in the theater, the lights are bright. Costumes strewn from floor to countertop to ceiling. Girls with painted faces and guys with mouse tails. Music for sugarplums and pointed toes. It seems a farce, sometimes. To put on black character shoes and dance a Party Scene, while outside, men wander in worn-in overcoats with patches the size of a blush brush—the big fluffy kind. But the ballet must go on, and the dancing is enjoyable, and the rich theater attenders don't seem to mind. I wish I could fill all the empty theater seats we're sure to have, with the people outside. Not the ones in furs. But maybe, that would be a sort of torture worse than letting them watch the affluent patrons arriving in their stretch cars. Or not. I'd like to let the homeless ones decide.

Nov. 20th, 2008




Suffering is a human affliction,
a simple comfort.
Pain is a mindset, created
because of the fear
of hurt.
I will not scream.

Nov. 19th, 2008

d . g r a y - m a n


Test Time

A short story.


WARNING: Some cursing.
Title: Circles

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Comment please.
- Thanks <333

Nov. 12th, 2008



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Star could lead us home...

Fading day by day...

Home couldn't be here...

It couldn't love me night...

I'll love the still...

Don't leave...

But farewell... 

Nov. 7th, 2008



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Two poems I wrote for the community linebyline

Comments welcome, as always. Enjoy!

My Heart in a Shoebox

Remember when you were just about to leave my house
through the sliding glass door by the kitchen and
you found a little bird, broken wing dragging as
it hopped around my patio?
And then you called your friend the vet
and took it over there in an old shoe box?
I remember your worried face and the way
I had to hide a smile because
that's when I first loved you.

My Good Friend

You filled the kettle full
and put it on the stove.
I sat at the kitchen table
You sat across from me and
your being there was more than enough.

Finally, I spoke
and said the unsaid until
The kettle hissed too soon, too soon
And we took mugs from the cupboard
to drink our tea in silence.

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