Odious Coif by Ingrid Holst is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Monthly Archives: September 2011
I transferred my dying boyfriend’s soul into our dog. I think it worked. He still humps my leg and refuses to fetch my slippers.
The little fish loved to look at the stars, but they were always blurry. He died happily at the bottom of a boat, staring at the clear stars.
I watched as blurry images and feelings swirled above me, through me, but they wouldn’t focus. Armed with my keyboard, I solidified them into words.
‘All I want is someone to lick me’ was a song intended for the niche S&M market. The label was surprised, but not disappointed, when it became a hit with young, angsty house cats everywhere.
The ring didn’t fit anymore. It chafed, made her finger swollen and sore. It seemed as good a reason as any to get a divorce.
I dug and dug, ignoring the new blisters, ignoring the bursting old ones. Finally the earth was prepared to receive its plantings of lollipops! I toiled until I snuggled into bed. I awoke early, excited to see what my crop … Continue reading
With the heat of the end of the world bearing down on us, I yearned for only one thing: for someone, somewhere, to remember my Twitter gems.