Pork Pies-(Antichrist)

Don't be a Turd Ferguson and take me to the movies. I'll pack the beers, you make the sandwiches, and don't forget a magazine for the train ride. If we split up, forget my number and call me in the morning.

Bed Times, Car Accidents, and Aunt Patty the Lesbian-(Where the Wild Things Are)

As an adult you read to me like a child. I didn't understand the language. I didn't understand the culture of rebellion: Why on Earth would a young boy run away from a hot meal? Why would he surround himself with monsters? Most importantly why would you always read this to me before we slept together? I do not consider literature--even children's literature--as a proper aphrodisiac, so why this book? Why even this movie?

Bent Joints- (The Fantastic Mr. Fox)

There is another ticket that accompanies this one. I don't have it and I never will. You have it. You probably threw it away though without realizing it's significance. You alway's threw things like that away: greeting cards, notes, drawings on the inside covers on spiral bound books; everything. I never did like you for that.

New Series-At The Movies

I save everything: scraps of paper, old pictures, vhs tapes--I mean everything. This series is specifically about collecting movie stubs. It will be updated daily and it should be just like going to the movies. Check back tomorrow for more.

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Short Story Sessions

It would have been okay if we had just finished that bottle of wine and said goodbye, but I insisted we dance to the Clash. I wanted it to look like that scene where Mark Ruffalo and Kirsten Dunst dance in their underwear, but I barely made it past her bedroom.