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Saturday, August 7, 2010

101-Word Stupor -- Guaranteeing my Palatial Estate in Hell With Just 101 Words

Keywords: Bologna, Crater, Abstain

God munches a bologna sandwich. That's all she packed him. It's the sixth day and he's tired. Creativity hangover. Every crater filled, ready for populating. Time to make Man. This time will be different. He won't interfere. He'll abstain. And he'll make them all the same color: Green. He once saw this Star Trek that—Naw. He's got a "thing" for Asians. And his son is black. Fine. But how to keep them from fighting? Compromise. Give them all the same genitalia. Give them springy vertebrae so their mouths can reach their own—"God!" his wife calls, "Get your ass home."

Preview for tomorrow: Fungus, Pencil, Brazilian 

1 comment:

  1. O-S-C-A-R M-A-Y-E-R

    He stood before the bathroom mirror. His mother’s make-up lights glaring at him unflatteringly, making him squint and illuminating the craters mapping the topography of his adolescent face. The peach fuzz above his upper lip, which had begun to tremble slightly, glistened as the tiny beads of sweat pooled at the corners of his mouth. Abstain? he thought. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid his hand inside. I can’t even get her to look at me. He wiggled his fingers, searching, reaching. What’s wrong with me? And he pulled out the wad of rolled bologna and flung it onto the floor.