Thursday, March 4, 2010

i come from

i come from the corporate decadence of the 1990s
raised by the hand of a man with enough money to have confidence in all of his methods
i come from a new house in the old woods
a house ruled by my ever expanding brain, increasing in value with my own potential
i come from a fear of the vapor that every man and situation produces
i am content to worry about it on my own
i come from solitude and living to please you.
i come from a schoolbook in the peripherals and peripherals only
spending most of my time staring straight ahead and yelling into the future, under my breath
i come from a love of the outdoors and a need to tell people to stop spending money
i am a statue with moving oculars!

six word story number four (finale)

I used to define somebody young

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

six word story number three

time to go cold! he yelled

Monday, March 1, 2010

six word story number two

impress your elders- trade emotions for