bleusyrhythms

Harold, who was thirty-four and better than most people, was having a difficult time thinking of an ice-breaker. He personally felt that ice-breakers were silly, awkward, and unproductive towards getting sixteen year olds more comfortable with each other, but they were expected. Harold knew, of course, that if he was really willing to try he could probably come up with a better way to start a discussion than an ice-breaker, but the stakes were low and his energy was as well. Still, he wanted to impress the kids. His name – Harold Trumpeter – had been making the rounds in the small-press magazines and radical papers. Question had nam

 She was ungrateful, apparently. No one would tell Marisa that directly, but she heard snatches of things as relatives walked by, little two word combinations like "appreciates family" and "special meal." She knew the words were meant for her, that these distant uncles and great-uncles and third-cousins-twice-removed were brandishing their scissors in hopes to turn her into a puzzle piece that fit into this kind of family fun. Her lounging under the shade of her parasol, magazine in hand, earned her a low-key gaze of disappointment from each distant relation, from the bald man who'd pinched her cheeks and told her I'm your Uncle Ray! to the g

If I believed in god I'd pray for hail so you'd get a concussion thanks god Then I'd pray for the ambulance to hydroplane into a ditch god, thanks When I stopped laughing I would pray a flood which I hear is a popular request have some flowers god When I thought of it I might pray for pirhanas will you sign my thank you card (it is for god) But I am benevolent so I will also pray you taste good god what is your favorite hymn Then I would not need to pray anymore god you are the very best I would probably be happy forever number one fan of god right here Unless tomorrow is not sunny