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Bent Rule Club
pond scum :: 'mouse

I heard someone say that according to a recent survey, Realtors are a lower form of pond scum than lawyers. I’m not sure if I get much comfort from that.

    TAGS:  1st Sentence, Bent Rule Club, lawyers, realtors, scum, ponds


Crazy Russian: Well you know, we’ve been involved for a while and when that happens obviously things need some management.

Bunni: Uh, it sounds like a 401 k plan. I mean do I need to call an accountant?

Crazy Russian: I just don’t think you are living up to your full potential.

Bunni: Because if I was I’d already have a 401 k plan.

    TAGS:  1st Sentence, Bent Rule Club


I once read somewhere that pigeons are the winged version of rats. Whilst I’d agree with some elements of that, I’d have to say that it’s a real insult to the intelligence level of rats.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, pigeons


boing :: boot

Boing, boing, boing went the kettle. Swish, flish, plish went the scrine. It’s Friday afternoon, folks, and it’s either time to get silly or go home. Possibly both.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


Bad Kama :: grudknows

I think I’m done worshipping the pagan gods of Bad Karma. Though the worship must have paid off. Because I’ve had my fair share of ‘rewards’.

    TAGS:  1st Sentence, Bent Rule Club


The Gods :: counseling one

Can you really never go to debtors prison? Are the Gods of finance watching? Fools

    TAGS:  1st Sentence, Bent Rule Club


hate :: VanEck

“You’re sh**ing me. They’re kicking in his door, armed with blowtorches, and he spends the last 30 seconds of his life calling you to rant about a relationship that ended fourteen years ago?” Jezebel shrugged. “I guess he felt he needed to get it off his chest”.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, blowtorch, hate


Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, colour, yellow


ah ha! :: goliard

first you said i wouldn’t need a dime in m pocket to be here, now i need quicktime and the april fool’s day download and all kind of stuff on that top shelf in the kitchen that you know i can’t quite reach. without getting dizzy.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, scrine idiosyncrasies


where have all the typepad people gone, send up a flare, come baaack???? edit: oh phew, apparently it was momentary.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, Typepad


My original sentence (Apparently I still have typing skills, but sadly, I seem to have lost my ability to string words together.) suddenly seemed too pathetic to send out alone, and what it needed, or so I thought, was something silly to accompany it along the way, like a Big Stan grin, or something about ducks (maybe talking ducks), or even something about the size of my head, because the mood is always lightened when accompanied by a joke about a big, misshapen head (unless you’re watching The Elephant Man and don’t want to be called a jerk for making fun of someone else’s problems, which of course will only last so long and not long afterwards you’ll find yourself saying in your best Elephant Man voice, “I am not an animal,”), and so, what I came up with was this: “I am not an animal,” the duck said to the rest of the paddling in his best Elephant Man voice, flashing a Big Stan grin at the nearest hen, who, it should be noted, merely quacked something that sounded an awful lot like, “Jerk.”

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


Kathy was her propensity to…

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


mosquitojam :: steve

Itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, mosquitoes, itchy


SOCCEROOS! Woooohoooooooo! One-sentence-rule-breakers, every one of ‘em, I’m sure. (oh, forgive me rusty bird, I have no self control)

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, Aussies, ockerisms, sport, soccer


With an big sigh :: 'mouse

Gritting his teeth, Juan told himself, Don’t say it, just don’t say, “This day can’t get any worse,” you know what happened when Job did that.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


“Once, tender love watched by my side, Now, from above, her angel’s my guide, When heaven above asks my last breath. Angel love smile on the vagabond’s death.”

    TAGS:  guest scriner, Bent Rule Club, Edward Owen, vagabond


The definition of goliard.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


Carrot:Because people here treat me with the respect and affection, and they let me have the self-confidence that I deserve. So fuck you, I’m doing great.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


2.39/gallon :: Tiff

tonight i thought about just driving off into the sunset. then i thought about how much it would cost.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


In any case, it was in a Seattle parking lot, flanked by beige edifices, that I exchanged cars with my chiropractor. He took my customized Camaro Z28 convertible, a quick machine whose splendid virtues do not include comfort on long-distance hauls; I took his big new Mercedes.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, Tom Robbins


Keith had never shot the census gun before, but there was something in the air. Something different. Something bad. Today might just be ... day of the Censors.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, heightened, puns, censors


Laura rarely bothered with the daily horoscope found within the bowels of the newspaper among the advertisements for movie theatres, or restaurants, for she usually just threw that section for the cat to shred up and roll around in, but out of pure boredom, she choose to take a gander.“Jupitur will rub up against Uranus, and inspire sparks of sensuality.”Well, she will never do that again…

    TAGS:  1st Sentence, Bent Rule Club


At 95 she held onto her independence as best she could, hiring us to mow the lawn that was as small, tired, and lumpy as she was, and each time we arrived she would push open that aluminum screen door just enough to poke her head through, turtle-like, the house around her protecting her like a shell, the loose skin of her neck stretching long, then tightening slightly as the smile came to her face and she’d say the same thing to us with each and every visit: “You boys are here to mow the valley, aren’t you? Have at it, then! Time’s a wastin’!”

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


Splat :: e

o no! the dreaded Antofagastan bluebell flashback! whatever next? [image removed]

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, sock journey, flashbacks, snails, splat


“Father I cannot tell a lie. I didn’t do it.” ~ George Washington

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, George Washington


Shakenspeare :: Mr. Fitz

To be or not to be is not a question. At least it doesn’t end in a preposition. Not even a post preposterous position.

    TAGS:  1st Sentence, Bent Rule Club, Shakespeare


ravelry! invite! came! mine! (burma shave.)

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


Euro-Disney!

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, society, self-awareness


Spice… the Final Frontier. These are the voyages of the Spiceship Chicken. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new spices, to seek out new chickens and new civilizations, to boldly go where no spicy chicken has gone before.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, parody, Spice Trek


it’s clinton and mccain, which means, if florida is the indicator they make it out to be, that McCain will be the next president because nobody is more universally despised hillary clinton and guess what? in elections—as opposed to these far-thinking florida party primaries (plan ahead, guys)—you get to cross party lines (what a concept!)

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, politics, elections, president


grammar rebels :: boot

As the motorbikes roared up next to the rusty bird all of the young girls, ran screaming away. Who were these young men in their evil black outfits and why were their helmets shaped like exclamation marks!

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, exclamation, grammar rebellion


The simplicity of life. :: JadedBeauty

He sped past them on the narrow road, nearly colliding with a much smaller car and haphazardly swerving back into his own lane: Careless…reckless…possibly crazy…apparently intoxicated…“Haha, he must be more drunk than us!” As quickly as he passed, he was gone, the tail lights of the old Silvardo fading into the distance…“Where did he go!?” Neither was sure, but as it goes, everything is fine until you can prove different….But there, aproximately one mile from the foolish display of demonstration, the white truck sat smoking…It was then, they knew as they approached, it was more than probable that he was dead, but neither wanted to voice that… neither wanted to put their suspicions into truth: But he wasn’t gone, he was struggling: Broken legs, bleeding head, but ALIVE: No doubt the shots of Jaeger and the LIT’s consumed in pure haste, in the name of socialization, through fleeting feelings of immortality had numbed his body…The alcohol had allowed him to escape shock, to escape an premature fate: The other man, barely able to form proper words in his own language, let alone theirs, said, “Mi nombre es Camilo…Llama por favor, mi esposa…Mi Esposa, por favor…” And that was it, it was over…Nothing more fell from his lips as he sat trapped behind the cold, uncaring, hard steel of his own means of life, transportation, and career: The red and blue lights cast ominous shadows over the lifeless body of an innocent victim, while the catalyst, the reaper, groaned and fidgeted in his own smoking truck, “My leg, oh, I broke my leg…GET ME OUT…” And as she watched those lights, blue, red, blue, red, she came to the realization that it could have been them, tonight, tommorrow, yesterday…(I’m sorry. This is a true story to which I was unfortunate enough to play a part in tonight. If I join the Bent Rules Club tonight, so be it. R.I.P. Camilo…I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting you before the events of tonight, but I have no doubt, someone will miss you…Think before you drink and drive…I know that my sister and I will from this day on…)

    TAGS:  death, alcohol, Bent Rule Club, true story


Godspeed :: VanEck

“Dear Millicent, Well, my work with the UN has finally come to something - I’m being posted to their MINURSO operations in El-Aaiún in seven days. Many people see this as a dead-end operation, but I still maintain a faith in humanity that may be considered ‘zealous’ or even ‘ridiculous’ in the light of the local political situation… I just can’t abide by those who sit by and just hope that humanity sets itself right in the end: hope is not a strategy. The world will not, as I have always maintained, fix itself through the second coming of Christ: it’s up to the good men who refuse to ‘sit by and do nothing while evil triumphs’. Yep, I’ll probably get shot at. Yes, it’ll be hot and uncomfortable, and even if the proverbial does hit the fan, you won’t see me on the news, because, quite frankly, no-one gives a fucking shit about this part of the world any more. You once asked ‘why would you do this?’. Well, it’s out of a sense of duty. What fate decided that I’d wind up in a first world country, living la vida loca, whilst so much of the world gets the shitty end of the stick? It’s the least I can do, to put my arse on the line and put myself through a fraction of the shit that these other hapless bastards suffer. Anyway, I’m rambling. I’m drunk. I’m scared. I don’t even speak the language yet. And quite frankly, I consider it a bit pathetic that the only place I have to pour my fears out to is some anonymous website. If you ever get the chance, Milly, do visit cafe luxembourg in the alma mater. You promised me.All the best, to all of you. Van Eck.P.S. I know I’ve cheated (despite the perfunctory ellipses). But I always maintained that scrine should be a paragraph, and not just a single sentence. Keith, you can can my account after this. We have a satlink, but I’m told it’s for ‘important’ stuff only. No time for fun any more. Time to be a man. The world needs saving. Godspeed.”

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, godspeed, save the world


oh rainy day :: boot

Sure, sure, I know it’s winter and, yes, I welcome and love the rain, but would you mind turning up the temperature just enough so that I can bend my fingers. Thank you.

    TAGS:  rain, Bent Rule Club, Winter, broken rule


I think I’ll stay :: Glee Riot

Everyone is very nice on this website, I think I’m going to like it here. And for the record, I’m a her smile

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


-sigh- :: OhNo789

(Your hair is in my mouth.) It got caught betwixt our lips, and I bit yours so here it lies on mine; I don’t much mind.

    TAGS:  hair, love, Bent Rule Club, lips


Did you ever wonder why this little line we type with is called a cursor? Fuck.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


always… :: OralGrist

...forgetting…

    TAGS:  Alphabetti Spaghetti, Bent Rule Club


Do I hear the ghost of Lehman Brothers (and nearly every other near-death company)... what’s it saying? I can almost hear it now…, yes, I hear it now, “Citigroup says has strong capital, liquidity position.”

    TAGS:  guest scriner, Bent Rule Club, sarcasm, economy


“If you love marshmallows so much, then you should just go out and buy a whole fucking bag of marshmallows; you don’t need us to provide the mini-marshmallows for your every whim and fantasy… oh… well.. we COULD provide for that one, granted that you send us a copy of the tape.”

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, marshmallows


oh, you guys :: boot

I love this place. That is all. (Oh, and I broke the rules)

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, emotional outburst


Sure I stared at you, smiling naked on that wall. What young boy wouldn’t?

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, haiku, Bettie Page, pinup girls


I am sitting here in my uncomfortable wooden chair in front of a glowing screen singing a thousand nameless songs, and trying out words, hoping to accurately describe this moment, this picture in a high school history book that never made it to the publishers. It all falls on me, really, me, and this short bit of prose that is. Together we must accurately describe the stars reflected in a young girl’s eyes as she walks up the steps hand in hand with a boy that she has yet to discover, and into their first prom. And it is up to us, my fingers, this keyboard and notepad to tell the thousand untold stories, to sing the songs of a thousand lonely people who yern for their parents to be understanding. Yes, it is up to us to describe this moment - the one where all common sense is lost and we give ourselves completely.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


back in my dark days of solipsistic narcissism, i believed i was the smartest person in the room, even when i was alone. provided there wasn’t a mirror around. i’m still the smartest person in the room, but i no longer believe it.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, narcissism, orionoir


She barely believes herself as she writes the letter. Her fingers are stained with ink and her heart is stained with regret. She bites her lips, holds back tears, and signs the letter with a postscript that reads ‘Please, remember to forget me.’

    TAGS:  1st Sentence, Bent Rule Club


vanity dies :: secretlover

With her skirt rode up and lipstick smeared, hair razzeled into a nest. What she wore no longer of intrest, all she wants is to get it off.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


Are you there Scotch? It’s me Br. Ezra

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


finally a good deed pays off :: Big Billy Biggs

today at work there was a little old man who was waiting for his son, i was his waitress and noticed that he had been waiting for quite a while and offered him my cell phone so he could call his son, before the two of them left after eating the man came up to me and gave me 10 dollars, it made me happy, but at the same time i feel guilty.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, guilt


If so, please tell this person that the pirates in Africa do NOT dress like Disney characters. Except for the guy who dresses like Ariel and Belle on alternate days.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, pirates


If Rick Dees had put on a fat suit and danced poorly when “Disco Duck” was released, perhaps he’d still be the chief taco inspector today. Way to throw away a career, Ricky.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, Rick Dees


desert camping :: ewillyp

i went and camped at the joshua tree state park over the weekend. it was hotter at my house when i got home; that aint right, that just aint right.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, heat, saguaro, Joshua Tree


Dr. Richard Weiner-Johnson, M.D. (Urology)

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


/begin rant/ :: 'mouse

I hate it when journalists who should know better misuse words, such as when the 14-year-old Yemeni plane crash survivor is described as “courageous” which is a word which means “facing adversity or danger without fear” ... you you really think she was without fear while hanging on to debris for half a day in high seas after her plane crashed—sorry, she was just trying to not freaking die/drown, no courage was required for that and I think it’s safe to assume there was plenty of fear. Plenty. /end rant/

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, sorry


dear other poets, :: OhNo789

Please do not write poems that try to be above the reader, and, for crissakes, learn proper word choice. Regards, ‘789

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, bad poetry, sweet righteous anger


“Get to copulate Lot’s of collection. It’s a bonzer article thanks for intercourse. I was undiagnosed to this occurrence. Outlook to get often from you ostensible towards for your inbound article.”

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, comment spam, PTMYB


Oh, please. I’m roasting almonds in the oven on a rainy, wintery day. What were you thinking?

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, flagrant, pleasure, nuts, smell - the odor, sensual, flagrant rule breaker


The wordsmiths stood in their separate corners, sweat beading on their temples; this was about to get ugly.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, flagrant, ugly, semicolon smackdown


Semicolon *this* :: 'mouse

She sang of the scent of almonds roasting in the oven on a rainy day; he wrote of macadamia chocolate brownies; he won.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, flagrant, nuts, semicolon smackdown, winner, macadamia


The bag of walnuts whizzed through the air at a frighteningly high speed; oh, yes, you know where they are going: full force on to the nose.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, flagrant, semicolon smackdown, whiz


semicolon poetry :: 'mouse

There once was a woman from Oz; she sought to give a mouse pause; a cartoon piano fell on her head and squashed her quite flat.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, poetry, cartoon piano, semicolon smackdown


The trees were made of strawberry jelly, the mouse was tiny as a bug; the cat was giant, sparkling and made of freckles, the harlequin was giggling: the mouse was made of moose, the harlequin had a spoon.

    TAGS:  Becky the Harlequin, Bent Rule Club, harlequin, semicolon smackdown, sparkling, mouse moose, grammatical giddiness


They weren’t in love, who cares? certainly neither of them who simply found that a picture once held would be held forever, but the cloudy sky that threatened rain, the zoo, and that day in D.C. would all leave in the end.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, beautiful, semicolon smackdown, masquerading question marks


Sanctus! :: OhNo789

When is the modern gregorian chant movement going to take a hold of our society, I just really want more monks chanting with electric guitars, is that too much to ask?

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


Let us say this lady, let’s call her TallShoe, was offered a very interesting job quite soon after losing her last one, but, let’s say that it’s still not in writing - you wouldn’t tempt fate by announcing anywhere, now would you? touch wood, touch wood

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, superstitions


The tea on the table is gone, left is the still sweating glass quietly perspiring on grandma’s porch where we left it without a coaster to stain a ring in the oak’s varnish, and we played in the yard, you and me, slowly wrestling, fooling around, ruining yellow flower print sunday dress and best pair of slacks -they would be painted forever green with the grass behind the house where mom once lived, where I was conceived before high school ended in the corner room above the brier bush planted sometime after my invention, but before birth by my grandpa, andthank God we put our tea to rest beside half eaten sandwiches, leaving the ice to slowly dwindle into water because without that, without forgetting what was we’d have never discovered each other by the lilac, in the dirt on top of the marigolds,and I’d have never kissed you for the first time, we’d've never made love for the first time, and there would have never been that stain on the wooden coffee table I’d inherit many years later to put in our front room as a symbol of all the love we’d let eat away at us before I found you, Gwen.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


Drugs :: 'mouse

/begin rant/ Okay, That’s it, I’ve reached the breaking point, I’m completely fed up with fucking drugs and drug advertising and I don’t want to live any more in a society where people eat processed mystery foods and pesticides and surround themselves with god-knows-what-chemicals in their plastic toys and off-gassing cars and sit on their asses all day and rarely find their jobs or lives rewarding and then they suffer depression or chronic fatigue or a limp dick or thin-fucking-eyelashes and “ask yor doctor about AbiliHardOniStatAlys.”/end rant/

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, drugs, rants


I love my new job. That is all.

    TAGS:  work, useful, Bent Rule Club, happy, freedom


12:55 Departure :: OhNo789

Are you there southwest airlines? it’s me, seven.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


Don’t crush on her. :: A Dadaist Mistress

She felt the silent stare of a shy boy, as he was about to perhaps ask how her day is going. This is to no surprise to her. So as a surprise to him, she picks her nose with her dainty pinky. That ought to do it.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


Broken :: JadedBeauty

When I wake up, when I go to sleep, when I get off work, and when I see something funny, I want to tell you/ I want to share my dreams and nightmares/I want to give you my best and worst/It’s okay that life is complicated as long as mine is complicated with you.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, pining


Today, as always.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


what were you thinking :: littledevilworks

Tammy always wondered why the cops felt the need to ask “what were you thinking?” when they pull someone over; it’s not like anyone drives through a school zone thinking “oh great, I’m going to do 5mph hour over the special speed limit and see how many kids I can mow down before I get a speeding ticket;” and Tammy’s very good friend assured her that children can’t run that fast anyway at least not until they’ve had their requisite 3 sodas for the day.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, cops, speeding


Poor Boy :: Bird Bones

“You can’t dress him in Aquaman undies and a Spiderman tee shirt”’ I said. “What,” she said “will his friends make fun of him at the park?” It was then I realized we were taking this whole ‘dress the dog up’ thing to seriously.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


History revisited :: Bird Bones

From the book ‘Further Conversations With Albert and Winston’ . Location: New Years Eve party, Churchill’s house, 1940Albert Einstein: “When I go to my special place, I like to think about riding a big pink unicorn.” Winston Churchill: “When I go to my special place, I like to think about ‘F’ ing a big pink unicorn.”

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


Scarlett O’Hara scolded the apothecary believing that he was cheating with his weights, “Your scruples, Mr. Butler,” she said haughtily, “are in question,” and, indeed, if she had access to a scale she would find them .0033 of a grain off, but far from nonplussed, the charming druggist, with an arrogant smile curling at this lips, replied, “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a dram.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, Apothecaries weights, puns, grains, Drams, Gone with the Wind, Rhett Butler, Scruples, Scarlett O'Hara


And, unpleasant as it may be to admit it, it is at last becoming evident that the enormous increase in productive power which has marked the present century and is still going on with accelerating ratio, has no tendency to extirpate poverty or to lighten the burdens of those compelled to toil. It simply widens the gulf between Dives and Lazarus, and makes the struggle for existence more intense

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, Jesus, atheism, Einstein, self-esteem, Schrodinger, lattes, theology, Schrodinger's cat


Mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango mango .

    TAGS:  mangoes, Bent Rule Club


Fragments. :: OhNo789

Don’t want to go out. Don’t want to stay in. Hungry. Don’t want to eat. Don’t want to watch TV. Don’t want to listen to music. Don’t want to be on the internet. Don’t want to write. Don’t want to read. Don’t want to just sit here. Want company. Don’t want people. Want to hold/be held. Don’t want anyone near me. Don’t want ice cream. What the fuck? Should start drinking. Don’t want to be intoxicated. Should smoke. Don’t really like smoking, at all. Want to wander outside. Don’t want to wander. Starving now. Food. I guess we’ll go with food, but I’m going to hate it. Alone. Don’t want to be alone. Don’t want to be a crazy. I am a crazy. Want to take what I want. Don’t want to be an ass. Need to work more. Can’t fathom working more. Want to run away. Alone. Don’t want to be alone. Must eat. This is probably just a vitamin deficiency. Don’t want to ask anyone to eat with me. No food here. Don’t want to go out. Alone.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


Even if I just failed to edit and save the PDF document I emailed back to you.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


a bit tyson-ish :: goliard

Your noncommittal verbage makes me want to hug you unexpectedly. And bite your earlobe off.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, polite violence


broken. :: goliard

All of my existence has been plagued by broken things. In rare optimistic moods I refer to 'adversity'. To this day I struggle with the same things, deny the same emotions. Every moment of every day of my existence I have struggled to fix what's broken; toasters, washers, curtain rods, arms, records players, vases, cupboards full of glasses and plates and bowls were the victims of my lack of coordination. Never once did I seek to blame someone else for that awful sound. But as I was an only child, who was I gonna blame? That sickening sound of two tons of metal crossing paths with two other tons of metal. some things broken on purpose, because I just wanted to hear the sound (and if the blame was mine anyway, why not be the originator? Of that sound. So I warn you, as a friend, to keep your nice things away from me.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, poetic injustice


exemptions. :: goliard

Kept afloat by hope , I'm expecting to be granted one in the end, as I have only flouted the rules in the name of making a paycheck.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club


congratulations. :: goliard

You're like a new grain of sand under my contact lens. Hope that's what you were shooting for.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, sarcasm, fuck


lyrics :: goliard

Sure 'cement' rhymes better with government than 'asphalt'. But still, I'm sad.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, OCD, midlife crisis


parallel. :: goliard

Close, but not too close; like the double yellow lines on the highway, but are we going in the same direction? Hard to say.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, poetry, symbolism


Why must I sign in? Where do I begin? I would've known he was a shark if I could've seen his fins.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, rhyme schemes


"Twenty-five minutes later Mouse and I were driving off in his brand-new 1967 El Dorado. It was pink, as many of Mouse’s cars were."

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, guest speaker


Are no way to elect a leader. Just sayin.

    TAGS:  Bent Rule Club, scary, incoherent, old school


This year I started a book. It has a beginning, a middle, an end. It is not done, but a first draft has begun to smoulder and fire. It's true beginning - it's heart and soul - belongs here.

    TAGS:  books, Bent Rule Club, writing, absence, thank you, thanks to Keith, books that don't exist


 

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