I recall bits and pieces. First I am at this luxury hotel (I guess). I come out of a pool or sauna room. As I leave two attractive young gals come in. Maybe it's something like a locker room or it's supposed to be private. I keep open an inch and a half crack in … Continue reading 11.24.07
Author: johnbrandall
John Randall is a writer living in Missouri. His interests include camping, running, walking, cutting and burning wood, messing around with magnets, foraging, and listening to podcasts, many of them about baseball.
11.23.2007
When I woke up I remembered two threads. Right now I might only have one in mind— I walked out a window onto a ledge. It was innocent enough. Initially I intended only to gain access to the next room via its window. This was at a hotel or dorm. The ledge was only a … Continue reading 11.23.2007
11.22.2007
Monteagle, TN — Book club dream. Me & Brook as hosts. Disorganized. Could not remember what book it was.
Northwestern
6:56 a.m. I have an interview with a Northwestern alum at 9 am this morning. Last night I had a dream that I went to the interview. It was OK but my attention kept wandering. The interviewer was a bald, 40-year-old man with a black moustache. He wore a red and white striped shirt, like … Continue reading Northwestern
I’m Either Going to Hell or I’m Going Home
1. from these veins... 2. How did I get here? 3. friend — 4. What time is it? 5. waterproof. 6. It's water-resistant, 7. right, it says it's six sixty-six! 8. No, that's right. 9. crystallized not shivered not shriveled crystallized and bloomed! -9. This is where … Continue reading I’m Either Going to Hell or I’m Going Home
Window Washing
I guess this is life then, really?
Foil’s War
Making it something other than that which it IS . . . surrounded by a crowd easy 2 do my own thang … Continue reading Foil’s War
KBHR
Inn or-dirt to we'd (sp?)out the baaaaaaaad emu-shins I half nun@awl (dot com!)
ON Semi (Head On!)
I.M. knot onnn the prop-er(roar) opera-ray-thing cyst, um....
Can’t, Sir
An inseparable wreck, this body. Its effort leashed upon its nature— A mystery as to why, One of the greater mysterys. Like the pyramids or Amelia Earhardt or the nature of light or viruses—yes— viruses handing out their code like candy at the Shriners parade. Who are those olde men riding around in small cars … Continue reading Can’t, Sir
