http://thecuisinart.com A Blog to write. Wed, 03 Jun 2009 03:22:06 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en When Brad caught up to his longtime crush in the domestic departures terminal of the Los Angeles International Airport, he had precious little time to dissuade her from boarding a plane to Europe. “Without you, I’m like ice cream without rainbow sprinkles,” a breathless Brad told Marcia, who had not ... http://thecuisinart.com/2009/06/02/rogue-applause-kills-six/ from dylan... New school. Still within first month of attendance. Ms. Yammy’s third grade class. Time of day: 11:20 AM. Preceded by break for consumption of small ingestions. To be followed by break for consumption of larger quantities of intake entitled ‘Lunch.’ So is routine of day. Alphabet cutouts pasted along the ... http://thecuisinart.com/2009/05/31/alfabet-cutouts/ BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! “All troops fire! Everything you’ve got! Now! Now! Now!” Bellowed Sgt. Vernon, as rounds fired past his face and those of his petrified platoon like swarms of insects on the warpath. “Sarg! Why is this happening?” Cried Alfonso, a 19 year-old Peruvian. “One minute we’re sitting here, the next ... http://thecuisinart.com/2009/05/27/the-final-gust-of-wind/ Home, or what was home, was crushed by a space rock and is now a crater of smoking rubble. For billions and trillions of years - from God knows when - dust slowly gravitated together and traveled through the cosmos - from God knows where – until it reached our solar ... http://thecuisinart.com/2009/05/22/my-girlfriends-keep-dying/ We are all reincarnations, though short lived ones. When we die, our atoms will disassemble and move off to find new ones elsewhere, as part of a leaf, an animal, a swing set, the tire of a bicycle, or another human. Atlan shifts focus from the book. He examines the chair ... http://thecuisinart.com/2009/05/20/551/ http://thecuisinart.com/2009/05/14/record-basement-were-watched/ I don’t know your name. But I know your still water. The azure jewel. The waveless beauty. The lonely duck. I dip my toes; she breathes into me, and I into her. I submerge and exist inside of her. What is time, but spinning hands? I should not have left you. Palatial ... http://thecuisinart.com/2009/05/08/just-the-crumbs-pt-3/ Fuck my life. I mean, you know, fuck my afterlife. Caught in this dead end fucking job. I’m not being cute here. I don’t know how to make this anymore literal. I’m dead. This is the end. And I’ve got a fucking job. Old Smithtown Manor, a crappy 17th century relic brilliantly ... http://thecuisinart.com/2009/05/01/angry-ghost-rants-to-an-unsuspecting-and-disinterested-mouse/ I never wear socks when I sleep.  I couldn’t get used to it. But P persisted. “Dad, you need to keep your shoulders and feet covered.” The house was getting cold and heaven forbid I come down with something. She was right though, the temperature was sinking like a penny ... http://thecuisinart.com/2009/04/26/just-the-crumbs-pt-2/ MECHANICAL MAN by, Jessica Sansom Though a sort of infamous recluse by this point, some are already hailing Raymond Chancellor as one of this generations’ greatest minds. But three months ago, the residents of Airway Heights only knew Raymond, if they knew him at all, as an advertising executive who sculpted ... http://thecuisinart.com/2009/04/25/morning-came-2airwayheights-pt2/