new prefab sprout song/frederick barthelme story

prefab sprout does it again:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Dq_v5kZeEM

i am writing in the new york public library

it seems to be working

"cut glass" by frederick barthelme is one of the best short stories i've read, probably

it is fragile, surreal, elliptical, spare, etc.

http://books.google.com/books?id=hwbbn4VZAVgC&pg=PA66&lpg=PA66&dq=frederick+barthelme+cut+glass&source=bl&ots=d8C1NFZ80V&sig=zHGJ5o9kk1LcuPvrIrd3xy3yjAQ&hl=en&ei=WzZuSqSWBM6Btgfkk_yIDA&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1

that should work

it's like 8 pages

this blog is depressing me

everyone else has a better blog than i do

everyone else puts a lot of work & effort into their blog

making it nice and readable and posting cool things

i wish i could write you nice and readable and cool things

you would read them and comment, 'hey alec, i like you and i like what you posted'

and both of us would feel good, so good, we would feel like two blades of grass or something

i would feel like you are my friend

we could drink beers together and laugh at comedies

sadly that is not the case

this story is really good

http://www.theparisreview.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5585

ALWAYS CRUSH ME

ALWAYS CRUSH ME

a poem

i am in think coffee trying to write

it is not working

i am listening to guided by voices on shuffle

i feel bad for not buying anything here

i think i have mustard somewhere on my face

chapbook review

i'll have a piece in the next issue of the chapbook review

read it and give me feedback if you want

i'll link to it here

please save me

i cannot stay this way

please

agriculture reader

I AM HAVING A SHORT STORY PUBLISHED IN AGRICULTURE READER

THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME IN A WHILE

A GCHAT BETWEEN US

A GCHAT BETWEEN US

a poem

3:05 PM me: there is some-one out there who loves you

 

3:06 PM you: i know

new dog city

i am starting a new novella

the tentative title is "new dog city"

it is about what if people in new york city were replaced by dogs and dogs by people

and narrated by a person

hopefully it will be better than the novella i wrote last year

that was really bad

i am going to see HP6 at midnight

recent books

tonight i read "you are here" by donald breckenridge. i would recommend it to all of my friends. it is complex and challenging and engaging and quick and engrossing. you can borrow my copy.

yesterday i finished "memphis underground" by stewart home. i would recommend it to all of my friends, enemies, and frenemies. instead of describing the book, i will link to its amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/Memphis-Underground-Stewart-Home/dp/1905005423/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1247470383&sr=8-2

recommend books to me, too. let me borrow them if you can.

Tell Her I Say Hello

TELL HER I SAY HELLO

a story

I am talking to my friend on Facebook chat. I haven't talked to him in probably 4-6 months. We have a lot to catch up on. I'm typing on a big Mac desktop. I don't know what kind. From the bedroom I hear a sound like coughing. It's actually my girlfriend crying. I leave the computer room. I forget to tell my friend, who has cystic fibrosis, "brb." I feel bad for my friend who has cystic fibrosis.

My girlfriend is crying into a pillow on her bed. Her bed is a futon, I guess. She is cocooned in a white duvet. I don't know why she is crying into a pillow. She sounds very sad from the severity of her crying.

I lie down on top of her body.

"Why are you crying?" I ask.

"I am sad," she says between sobs.

"Oh," I say.

"It isn't your fault," she says.

"Okay," I say.

I go back into the computer room and resume talking to my friend. He is probably confused about why I took a short break from talking.

He tells me about a music festival. I am sad that he will probably die sooner than most of his friends. I wish he could live just as long as anyone.

I hear more sobs break from the bedroom. I go lie down on top of her again.

I say her name repeatedly. I receive no response. I return to the computer room.

This time, I apologize to my friend with cystic fibrosis. He says, "it's ok." I wish we would talk about things besides this music festival. I guess it isn't a big deal that I keep on pausing my involvement in our conversation.

The sound of more sobs. This time they sound more like hiccups. I explain to my friend that my girlfriend is crying in the bedroom, and that I have to go.

"that sucks," he says, "tell her i say hello."

I'M SORRY THAT I USED YOUR SKIN MOISTURIZER TO MASTURBATE WITH

I'M SORRY THAT I USED YOUR SKIN MOISTURIZER TO MASTURBATE WITH

a poem

i'm sorry that i used your skin moisturizer to masturbate with 

i watched "amateur allure violet," "please don't tell my parents," and "amateur teen sara"

they were good

after i masturbated i lay on my bed and looked at pictures of sharks on the internet