tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25161207.post115140016655855213..comments2007-02-07T21:22:41.632-05:00Mike Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01125676207376106849mikeayoung@gmail.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25161207.post-1152782855604659212006-07-13T05:27:00.000-04:002006-07-13T05:27:00.000-04:00I changed the blue paste.Mike Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01125676207376106849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25161207.post-1152769773710396012006-07-13T01:49:00.000-04:002006-07-13T01:49:00.000-04:00The blue paste is just blue paste -- symbolism isn't real because people are too impatient to deal with it. According to this logic, airports are also not real. It's blue paste because I was dressed up as a smerf.Mike Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01125676207376106849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25161207.post-1152757058772235812006-07-12T22:17:00.000-04:002006-07-12T22:17:00.000-04:00yeah<BR/><BR/>this poem is really quiet<BR/><BR/>what is the blue paste<BR/><BR/>your sadness?Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13359105032248441307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25161207.post-1151559507042280132006-06-29T01:38:00.000-04:002006-06-29T01:38:00.000-04:00Yes, this carpet costs us $250, though.<BR/><BR/>The Executives.<BR/><BR/>Bryan.<BR/><BR/>Bryan.<BR/><BR/>Bryan.<BR/><BR/>The Executives.Mike Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01125676207376106849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25161207.post-1151544629709127502006-06-28T21:30:00.000-04:002006-06-28T21:30:00.000-04:00don't feel like a sleaze.<BR/><BR/>i've started stories, too.<BR/><BR/>i'm working, splitting boards.<BR/>the sun is splitting my fingertips, and i am bleeding on the joists.<BR/><BR/>the thunder creams my joints<BR/>there was one blast today<BR/>singed my first born.<BR/><BR/>the carpet in here<BR/>is not as nice<BR/>as it probably is there.Bryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13359105032248441307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25161207.post-1151521748490603552006-06-28T15:09:00.000-04:002006-06-28T15:09:00.000-04:00But that second one's a hot plate o' goodness. <BR/><BR/>This post makes me feel okay about wanting to give up and then it tells me I shouldn't anyway. Sometimes I just want to squeeze acid out of my eyes.<BR/><BR/>Kudos on the story starts.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09234809891922483607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25161207.post-1151452045015141052006-06-27T19:47:00.000-04:002006-06-27T19:47:00.000-04:00School of Quietude. Ron Silliman coined the term -- it is nebulous but refers mostly to wry NPR poetry written about domestic shit while sitting at a kitchen table or somesuch.<BR/><BR/>Hot Jesus; that's a terrible sentence.Mike Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01125676207376106849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25161207.post-1151446569520332302006-06-27T18:16:00.000-04:002006-06-27T18:16:00.000-04:00Rest is not sleaze.<BR/><BR/>Write about whatever you want.<BR/><BR/>What is SoQ?A.S. Galvanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08628326041538817721noreply@blogger.com