Schematic

Projects Galore!

So, I've decided to have a different blog page for each of the crazy projects I am working on and dedicate Short Attention Span Stories to just that: stories.

Some projects are complete, some are works in progress. I intend to complete them all, or in some instances, to continue.

As you can see, the links are here

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Thank you all for always being supportive of the crazy ideas that float in my head. I hope I can corral them all here and put them in some sort of order for myself and for you my friends and family who I love.

NEW BLOG!!

Hey kids! - There's a new story posted on a new blog - a collaboration between Ms. Franco and me. Check it out!

It all Began in St. Pius


It's a fun read and there's pictures too, great pictures.

Maury the Mortician

The local anesthesiologist killed the patient with a turtle bite, and in doing so, she involved Maury, the mortician, in her convoluted world of intrigue, cheesecake and porridge. Who knew?

.............to paraphrase
...................she said nothing else

"I think you're dreamy" was enough

............but he never returned her call.

"This could've been something. We
..........................were
.......................so.......so
...................very...close."

.............fuck.


..........................g.
..........................7/7/07

Mary the republican was beautiful:
long hair, ample breasts, thighs of sugar.
She taught me the art of punctuation and
dissection of living organisms.
I almost forgave her.
Almost.

g.
7/7/07

Clump

There is a clump of mascara on her eyelashes as she explains to me the rhetorical perspective of her pet iguana, who she aptly named Gomez. She blinks and she has trouble opening her eye, but it snaps open as the iguana looks at me without interest. I only understand every third word she says and it sounds more like a song I heard on a boat when I was three as it made its way through Niagara Falls. The woman drifts away and I continue on my way to the supermarket on Polk and Clay- the Big Apple Discount store, where the oranges are pretty and the rice comes in bulk. As I exit, the flowers in the front of the store look sad and in their indignation, dispose of their colors and expel them into the air like perfume, stinging my eyes and turning the world into a kaleidoscope.

- word provided by MV

Hollywood Fire from My Office