Grammar Sucker Can't Be Stopped!

Fuck you Blogger. Fuck you for eating my grammar you miserable turd.

The Ascension of Teresa

“It”, that magnanimous little nominative pronoun, is something Teresa lost. She lost the feeling of its forgiving embrace, its comfortable ambiguity. She was catapulted, quite suddenly into a new, autocratic world.

As a child she had played games, dancing and hopping gingerly between various forms of furniture to avoid the imaginary lava that clawed its way across the floor. Now it was buildings instead and the game never stopped. The unknowable loomed, simple and static, from beneath. Nameless Daemon, conducted past their dark prisons at the center of the earth, bloomed like rare orchids from exposed veins of copper to stalk the lesser altitudes. The dark children of Kennecot.

She, then, was a penitent exoskeleton, her soul buried just as deep as she could dig and her body clamoring unto heaven.

Look! She can be seen even now, vaulting the gaps that separate all her intimate Babels. See her olive drab coat shimmering with that fibrous luster of polyester, startled pigeons fanning out behind her in tidal formations, caught quite by accident in this mythology; they flutter, indistinct as reason, as memory; trapped by worldly distraction but straining nobly at the bridle. One sneakered foot finds purchase on this rough rooftop and the body follows. Distant lightning flashes uselessly somewhere and, having sighted prey, she knocks an arrow.

The Transient Keeps His Word.

Weird transient
comes in and
glances magazines,
asks closing time,
i tell him,
he leaves.
But not before
declaring his return!
Break time.
Keltin's here at p.o.s.,
He returns!
The dirty, crazy transient
kept his word.
He buys a hip-hop magazine
(strange only because he is an older white guy-at least I think he was white beneath the layers of filth and leathery sun exposure)
with money he probably
just panhandled.
He managed to scrounge up
five bucks in
a matter of half an hour.
Amazing.
Why not use that to buy food?
Because "Mass Appeal" is WAY more important.
Apparently.
Wow.

Man of the People

"That was some shit back there, man."
"You said it."
"You think they'll ever know. Find out?"
"Not likely. And even if they do, fuck em'. That's my approach, to that and everything else."
"Great motto, dumb ass."
"Even if it's not."
"Fuck em?"
"Fuck them, man."
"You know what I particularly like?"
"What's that?"
"Winning big."
"How do you mean?"
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Those two posts below me

Enter Double Dragon was Snapinos the mighty rattling off as I, E otB typed furiously. The one above it was Snapinos typing as I rattled. Fuckscinating.

Your Fame

biscuit flipped like quick swith cnwew drip.
old came new. I piulled my tough son.
Once in woods whre Gretel terried.
I found ut that clit wa sharyr. Slammed in the door frma enad
and made her run for fole.
That barely leagal bithc cheaes scoal.

Enter Double Dragon

There's a standup comic on the stage- he's all the rage
He grabs his Johnson and starts listying porn stars' names, and its nothing special- its nothing regrettable either
OPh lord what the hell is happening here Chris
Well we got the fUCKIN well we got some fuckin opkay, I mean,
and its not like I've seen t5hius before
I'm such a stupid drunk asshole right now I'm sorry to put yopu thru tyhis and thank you for being a scribe
Smile Charm Camera Lights
Jackson
And its not like we've seen this before You hesar that freakin tone you hear that shriekin tone I'd just hang the fuck up on her
IU'd just bang the suck out of her
Yopu really want to bang I got service out of a 43 year old this last weekend and iuts true Chris You can scribe it if you want but its true Adn so did i
pizza pie