He said, she said.

I guess this is where I am. But I am only aware of this place because you've whispered the answers into my ear. You say, "You better run, you better hide. This is the room where you sleep."I nod. You say, "You cannot stay here, you do not belong here anymore." I flinch. You say, "Swallow your pride girl and choke down some humble pie." I chew. You say, "That an intolerable person can only be tolerated with a couple drinks under their belt." I drink. For good measure I drink again. You say, "You know, you shouldn't listen to everything that people tell you." I agree. You say, "Come closer and commit yourself to the idea of sacrilege."

KS

Rules about dancing.

If you arrive in a situation where there is live music being performed in front of you, here are some simple tips to how you should conventionally behave...

1. Do not smile

2. Do not look directly at the band

3. Do not move your arms, simply wiggle

4. The energy of the audience should NOT equal the

energy of the performers

In case you are unsure, this is satyrical. But an observation of how people behave nonetheless.

its at times like this, when I don't even have
imagination, that I wish I could
destroy this cognitive world in seconds.

-KH

A LIST OF THINGS

eating apples in the shower
big books, old books, used books, new books
jazz
the blues
sweaty feet
paper doilies
photocopy transfers
more-or-less
kiss
duration
fortune cookies
hand prints
sensibilities
things people think about
Indiana Jones
hobos & nobos
gypsy sinks
affection
telephone wires

-KH

Haiku

There once was a frog
who could not prance on the logs
so he lost his legs.

Moral of the story: Shit happens..

The new 'Storybook" issue entitled "She" is available now...

It is our first volume of the sort.

Each member wrote a few paragraphs based on the writings of the person(s) before them.

A first statement is usually considered necessary.

You can't do anything now that doesn't remind you of somebody or something from sometime. The fish who drinks water will soon find himself without a home. But all is well. Drawing is a hobo sport. It could have been the first, but then again it could have just as easily have been the last. I've told the lie enough times that at a point I thought it was the truth. People only know what you tell them.

-The Tainted Danish Collective