Letterloom is the empty room I go to at the end of the day to write. And every time I go there’s an empty page with a suggestion ready to catch whatever I throw down. Catch it, save it, and give me the tools to improve it and share it after that.
Letterloom is my legal pad, my napkin, my recorder. It’s a typewriter, it’s a computer, it’s a program.
It’s a blank page, waiting for me to fill it. Every day.
Oh, and PS Letterloom is here for you to use, right now. You don’t have to login. You don’t have to anything, really. Super free, super reliable, super fun to use.
That is all.
Topics: Animorphs, stamps, mushrooms, robots, internet girlfriends.
Yes there is profanity.
SURE. I stand behind these words.
UNLIKE most of the afternoon diatribes I offer I am being held captive in a stranger’s apartment in Brooklyn.
BUT MOSTLY: I cannot wait til someone does a mashup of this video to Skrillex (HINT) so that Glee can cover it.
The Second Amendment, written by the Anglo James Madison, a slave owner, says, “A well-regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people shall not be infringed.” As long as the poor people in this country kill each other, which is what so many of them are doing day after day, the federal government, obviously, is content to regard them, as Columbus might have done, as a well-regulated militia.
Meet me there in ten minutes.
Want to figure your shit out? Put it in front of us, all of us, and let yourself fix it ten times til it’s ready, but don’t overcook every strand of spaghetti because sometimes your “weak” shit is together already.
Unfollow if you must, mustard, which is like, a chemical weapon when you fart it, but I was using it as an insult, because I don’t really like the other one. By the way have any of you seen my spare time? I usually keep it in the trunk for when my regular time goes flat but I don’t seem to be able to put my finger on it. Even with my finger on it the time seems to be going out of it too fast. Is there a patch? Nine stitches of time, I know I’m annoying, that’s why I’m not trying to rhyme, although I did wrap a Christmas present today for a small boy named Jarold. It was Cars 2. I haven’t even seen the first one, no time, so true.
Start thinking, hey, I’ll use Tumblr for longer tweets, longer thinks. Poems without line breaks. Prose without being prosaic. Speaking without stalking. Listen, some people are meant to feed you words even if you’re anorexic. If you’re bulimic? Remix. Words, not turds. Don’t let it get that far, don’t drive that car, don’t colonize Mars. Moon first, Musk. Has anyone ever told you - you look like an alcoholic. But if you drink, drink deep. Mead instead of media, pages instead of sippy cups. Instead of gun control let’s have asshole control, sphincter-like. Blame that fart on someone else, Batman.
A lot of poetry is about bleeding, or metaphoric blood, but you never see that stuff unless you’re dumb or dying. “Cut my finger opening a box,” vs “Shot in the chest, try breathing lead rocks.” Those two things aren’t the same, but the blood is the same. Blood if you lose enough of it is what kills you, even though it needs to be helped out, or have an opening, or recommendation. And I’m tired of this blood and oil segregation. You can’t buy O-Neg at the Quik-Stop in this nation, no matter how often you offer donation.
I saw Durrell Summers at the bar last night.
You know, this guy?
I graduated from MSU in 2009, and I used to work and eat in the new million dollar cafeteria on the East side of campus, and the basketball team was in there all the time. Sometimes I’d even sit close enough to overhear conversations.
Between you and me, the conversations were rarely wholesome.
So it was weird - why would he be at the El Dorado casino bar in Reno, Nevada, four years later? I almost just thought, you know what? Cant be him. Probably isn’t him. He made eye contact with me a few times (I was being loud) and I kept thinking, “Go over and just say ‘Hey Durrell’ and if it’s not him, then deal with someone calling you racist.”
I didn’t say hi.
Then, today, I tried to use the internet to see if he was in Reno last night.
Durrell doesn’t have a Twitter account, which was my first idea. Thought he’d tweet something like “Squirrelly kid at the other table really freaking me out.” But no.
Then I found out he’s been playing on the D League, for a team called the Idaho Stampede. I don’t know if it’s a historical name, like a stampede actually happened there sometime, or if it’s just following the horrible trend of pluralizing nouns to describe a group of basketball players. A STAMPEDE OF PLAYERS! Which, I guess would describe a really disorganized team tripping down the court, running over opponents like it’s Black Friday.
Then I found out their team played yesterday, against the Santa Cruz Warriors in Boise. Their next game is in Bakersfield, CA, against the JAM! Then I had this weird feeling that if I just went to Google maps and typed those two cities in, I’d get a route that had Reno on the way.
So I saw Durrell Summers at the bar last night.