Elizabeth O'Hara is this blog's #1 fan.
I do not know where Ryan Call's cookies are.
I want to start wearing sweaters and penny loafers rather than ten year old moth-eaten t-shirts and jeans. It will be funny.
I found a place to live in Boulder for the summer. I feel relieved. Now I need a place to live for the rest of the year and the next year and some of the next year.
I want someone to chase me through the kitchen of a five star restaurant.
Attack the wack.
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About Me
- Bradley Sands
- I wrote It Came from Below the Belt, My Heart Said No, But the Camera Crew Said Yes!, Sorry I Ruined Your Orgy, and Rico Slade Will Fucking Kill You. I edit a literary journal called Bust Down the Door and Eat All the Chickens. I like cheese. I am lactose intolerant.
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stories and things
- Abridged Version (from The Dream People)
- Action Hero Defeats Terrorists (from Robot Melon)
- A Performance (from The Dream People)
- How to Write a Short Story! (from The Dream People)
- In the Restaurant (from decomP)
- Liquid Gold (from Opium Magazine)
- Soccer Moms and Pro Wrestler Dads
- The Way He Laughs (from susurrus)
6 comments:
The wack always fights back, with blows that will make your sides become old man gums. So make the first attack on the wack worth it.
I heard you either used to be a minister or an avenging disco godfather. Later that night, I drank tequila that had a dead scorpion at the bottom of the bottle.
To be sure, my dear sir, your blog has its chunks of cool suspended in gelastic aspic, but I'm sure you have acolytes more devoted to your mien than I, in m'darkness.
I'm a little worried about these chunks.
Poke out your eyes and move to Portland!
grad school...
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