Scriber's Night Game

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Saturday, March 31, 2007

Cheer Up or Go Home...

I were crying de blues, talkin 'bout love lost or ner found; sound like a bloggin' whimp. U'all know de kind I mean. She hear me out, then shout so de neighbors can hear and laugh: "Get yo act together; We go enjoy de good Spring weather; wha mo I got to see a smile or your ass be out de doe." Sign in to see full entry.

Lying and Acting...

“ So," Brome, ever the reporter say, "Check fo the recorded history bit, de hubby claim he never do it?" “ Dat right, dat right,” she nod from sommer down town. “So, I suppose like most men, he wants yer ter uh, play de horn, check yo musical act, see what yer do slash don't know bout top ten ho... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Thu "Snapper"...

Prelude ter Action... At de brink of insane proclamation, ter sight like pro exhibition body, poetically he proclaim line: “the handiwork of God himself, and nor the worst fo same God's ravaging time.” “Am I still yo sweet Mary?” she ask coyly seem searching for a compliment like a still ugly teen... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Oh Moma...

Oh Mama. It was in his mind, remember now, a summer of some content. Then he see her more than his fragile mental capacity could neither readily handle nor now forget: Her pearl-gray legs, once seem as thin and odd, in unkind days return in the form of a thoroughbred in his mind, see, her ugly,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

When Bluebird Sing... He were morally ifen nor legally tied to one like ter “try” sex once in a full moon, order on Sunday morn in Spring when fust time hear de blue bird sing. It were a hard row but sure bong chime de church bells show regular marking passing time; unGodly slow de seasons change... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 26, 2007

In Literature's Way...

In Literature's Way... Brome think of advice from writers and teachers: “ Write about what you know.” And his own tried true: “ Keep hitting the keys, thinking like a sage, a little sex and philoophy on every page. New now on words to come. Let the good times flow; let the hard time cunts, say wha,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

...Write on...

Write ON... A journalist’s ability for dialog, de meaning gist. Not so down Dixie as Faulkner, nor scene precision of say, de best of Hemmingway. Yet sure as any of his ability to place himself in literature's way: In mind retrace steps, de sadness recall of all affected. Goren back to the... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Thu Magic Words... No argu she was strange. She could be gone tomorrow, quick unspoken exit same as she came: sans hello or goodbye. As if she lived the minute with no memory of pleasure past, or hopes in future dreams. She went among friends and strangers with equal ease never fearing, big mouth... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 23, 2007

"Sunday Late Sleep... He hard ring the bell ter no avail, excuses himself she might be unwell; uses his key; tho hesitating to enter unannounced to a doubtful, could be dangerous quick ID greeting. On the living room floor jest off the front entrance door be two thin near naked bodies appearing dead... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Ready for Bollywood...

Ready fo Bollywood... On an island in my mind liberally sprinkled with sugar daddies and mommies I sit waiting to be “discovered” as a jewel in the rough of life. “Tark me,” I say, speaking the international language, phonetically, and moving my ass ter emphasize universally de recognized come-on.... Sign in to see full entry.

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