Ain’t the Girl She Used to Be
“It worked last time. Quit your bitchin’ and get on with it.”
psychodrama
The table’s set for four. Kitchen is meatloaf scents, gravid with warm-rolls smell.
Abandoned: An Archive
As a way of closing out our November abandoned work theme and of commemorating the end of another largely wasted decade of my life, I’ve combed through more than ten years of Google Docs and dredged the fertilizer lagoon of my computer’s Documents folder to find as many of my aborted creative projects as possible.
INTERNET of THINGS WE LEFT in the FIRE
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PROCESSING RIM
This War is Fucking Nonsense
Dr. Seuss meets Generation Kill
Mila Kitty
Starts off in a bathroom. Very unremarkable.
Grief dick
several pictures she sent me before she died were of her sucking Drew’s dick while making a funny, insane face.
Flipping the Mattress
I can’t remember my dreams, but they’re there.
Acumen
To All My So-Called Employees,
On Louis C.K.
Misery Tourism’s theme for November is “abandoned work.” What follows (if I don’t give up now) is not an exercise in automatic writing so much as it is an exercise in agonized writing: the act of writing as self-imposed torture; writing without planning or outline because otherwise I would write nothing.