Buggins Stories
Google art note number two
liquor on my wall
who makes up my liquor timeline
Google art note
With the api
chronicle my favorite octupi
YESSSS!
Dreaming…
Refocus. Refocus. Refocus. To refocus…
Add a snake.
A dram of scotch.
Some coffee beans.
Artist blood.
and stir…
Lines #6
She ate. He ate. She slept. He slept. She chatted. He chatted. She made tea. He drank it. He bought beer at the pub. She drank it. The sun was up in the sky. The goose had come into the backyard. The football was on. They tweeted all this together. It had all come down to this. Or had it? She couldn’t help but look at him and wonder. He watched the football.
Lines #5
It had been a long time. The side of her new apartment building felt good under her hands as she paused. She hadn’t been here in a long time but she could still see the patterns in New York’s supposed chaos. It wasn’t really chaos anyway, she thought, just overwhelming to those unschooled. She let go and walked in.
Story #4
Hunger drives her, hunger forces her up the hill. Hunger continues to move and to motivate, hunger forces to place one foot in front of the other. Hunger fires at her stomach, relentlessly burning what should not be noticed. She wants to stop, she wants the void to end. But it is too bad she doesn’t know what she desires.
