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Random Dialogue Pt. 16

Publisher: Ok so you’re Latino. Poor Urban. Mentally ill. Good looking. Oh my god this can sell!

Author: Great.

Publisher: Oh my jeeze. If you identify as non-binary, I’ll really have an orgasm.

Author: Whatever it takes, man. You can put that umm I was raised in a forest by woodpeckers for all I care.

Publisher: Perfect. Oh my Lordie. We’re gonna make a lot of money Jose. I’m telling you that right now. You’re gonna be a very rich man.

Author: You mean, non-binary.


Fade Out


Hang The Gentleman

By hooks he was suspended from The World’s Highest Ceiling. “Please,” said Caygan, “I’ll never do it again. I promise it. Please! Where are you?!”

Caygan hung like the longest dick. He was just there. Hanging. His body, it glistened. His brown pants ripped. His hair was put in a bun. By who? By The Photographers. He had cuts on his chest. When he first regained consciousness he mused quietly over how he got them. Thirty seconds later began the shout exhibition.

His eyes were like…confused. The Eyes Of Confusion would surely be the title tomorrow. He was almost certain of it. “Please!” He began again. “Please! I’ll never do it again. Cross my heart.”

Caygan cocked his cabeza up. He saw his restraints. He studied them. He stopped screaming to conserve energy. Because thinking requires energy, thought Caygan. He started thinking things like, “Ok. If I want to get out of this, how should I go about it? What is the weakness of these chains. Everything has a weakness.”

Caygan, he was thrown stones at. He began screaming. Stones were palms and his body a conga. “Silence is not good,” boomed a voice. The voice could not be located.


Simple Tin

Nah bitch
I ain’t a nahvice
Autistic mind, my mind is autistic
It’s like Nas said, now that I said it I force you to think it
Dunk it, dink it
Share it, link it
The Link Card, I have the Link Card
Now I face true shame
But my closet? Check out my shoe game
It’s immaculate
Count Dracula, I Dracu it
I’m the type who will kidnap ya bitch
Like Elizabeth Smart
Did I mention her before
Cops busted in screaming, get on the floor!
Guns drawn but I wasn’t there
They missed me

By a hair


Another Story

There was a guy named Calderon. In his way was Jeddy Loomer. “Out my way, sir. Can you not see I am headed past where you are standing?” They was in a hallway. It was narrow like the stick of an arrow. Little sunlight came thru thick drapes. And Jeddy peeled them back and saw apes. Just roaming. Like kids in a playground. “Calderon, I cannot let you pass. I cannot let you pass because it is known you are a thief. Of the highest magnitude. So I must turn you away.”

Calderon looked past Jeddy. “What is that?” Calderon then dashed past Jeddy and it was off to the races. Oh my god, he thought, I can’t wait to get the gold. I’m gonna bring it back to the village and save everyone. Me, my family, my everyone.

Jeddy took a dive at Calderon. It was but a minute later that the man in the Gold Room opened the door and saw Jeddy and Calderon making out.



Spinners & Diamonds

Suck cock!, you fiendish imp!
Don’t you dare get crimp
Voyager, destroing blurs
Placard reads, The Packers bleed
Surging sodomy, my tip squirts white like Elmer’s orange

She wore a leotard, her name was Leo
The watchmen arrove in Geos
By torchlight I wrote this

Open-mouthed your blouse is torn
Boundless joy
World meets boy
New show
Airs tonight


The Enviable Demise Of An Unknown Writer

I knew a guy whose work was deteriorating

I said, homie…you have writer’s block, you need to stop

Nah. I’ll never stop, vato. This my livelihood, Dookie.

Well, can you stop making your writing public? It’s kind of messing up your earlier, better work.

Nah homes. You just don’t get it. I have to do this. I’m a pure writer.

I don’t understand the connection.

I know. You don’t get it. I told you, eh.