So here we go...


Gucamole all over your body.
-Nanc Allen, (Thursday)

Natalia?
Kevin?
Wait, why did you ask about Natalia?
Wait, why did you ask about Kevin?
I love you.
-Kevin Gallo

Why has the corpse of a dead man hidden the truth behind your mask? Well, I’m Dead. That’s a Bummer. Maybe you are the dead one, or maybe you are half-smiling NOW. That is very possible.
-Eric Greengold (Thursday)

Watch out for the Bear behind you!
Holy FUCK!...There’s no bear.
I’m sorry. Maybe I’m Blind,and it was in my thoughts alone.
Perhaps…or maybe Furby is hypnotizing you. Either way, you are a good Meisner partner.
Thanks, you are better! I’m sorry when I fuck up.
-Eric Greengold. (Thursday)

Where am I? the girl asked wide-eyed.
“you are in the middle of nowhere”, that’s what he answered, perplexed.
“and how did I get here?”
You rode your bike, until it got a split/flat tire. Then you decided to dance your way here.
“Oh that explains the bullets lodged in the back of my neck”.
-Rachel Lin


A field of Marshmellows covered in chocolate sways in the breeze. Oh no! They are flying away. Shit! Someone get in a hot air balloon and capture them all to save our country! …Time is melting!
-Allie, (Thursday)

Tortillas. That’s what I do in my job. I bag tortillas. When I get up in the morning, I can smell my dogs. When I wake up, I smell the alcohol all the drunk bitches left on my doorstep. (I live on top of a bar). That bar is too noisy- I think I will change the locks so they cant get in- or maybe I’ll just buy a harpsichord or a tuba.
Terry Knickerbocker- Thursday


What just happened?
You came out of your mother’s womb. Congrats.
And then?
She watched a lot of Woody Allen films, and now you are here.
Yay Bananas.

-Victoria (Thursday)


Where do my dreams come from?
Your subconscience.
Where do dreams take me?
All of them
What is the story that you have got to tell?
You just wrote it.
- Unauthored

You were a tiger on my last train ride.
I’m a lost and powerful dancer.
Send time into spinning webs making yesterday today
I kept the kisses you sent to him.
Don’t lie, you burned them
-Elaine (Thursday)

Hello.
Hello.
Maybe we can share this.
Share what?
Look at everything that is going on. Everything you know.
Now RISK It.
-CC

I was walking in a field when I spied a distant face I knew. They started singing quizas, quizas, quizas. They danced it too, butt naked. Started humming it, screaming it in all differente languages: Arabic, mandarin, French, Italian, gibberish…perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. The question is universal- there are things that may or may not happening to all of us. So why do we keep asking? Because we are bored. Or just afraid of doing or dancing…maybe we should be naked all the time. We should be naked all the time, that isn’t even a question!
-Jaq French (Thursday)


Guy walks alone on a stranded beach, thinking. He takes his shirt off, puts on sunblock on and remembers he left his ears in the fridge at home. He doesn’t notice the low flying plane approaching. Normally, the sand would have alerted him, but this time it’s the shadow. It looks like a frog, a huge frog. He makes the sound of the frog as he leaps out of the way, but he can’t hear they joy in his voice.
-Aaron Landsman

This is not where I thought I would be. Its always better to be surprised. Claudia sold you milk and band-aids. She really knows her shit, She moved here from Ecuador last spring, she loves long walks on the beach. Maybe I’ll call her. I also have a Mexican wrestler doll. They should be together.
-Gina Stevensen


I’ve been treading water for 3 years now, give or take. My legs move mindlessly, without my muscles for a guide. The bone beneath the tissue is clean like jelly. The cleanliness is perhaps only a mistake, maybe its meant to be filthy. And maybe it grows in its sterility daily. Taking over my thoughts- the crevices in the folds of my brain. “ It might” answered back the girl, with no worries bathinhg her body. Perhaps it is sterile. She drowns in it.
-Rachel Lin

Your next subject will be a voice you have heard before but you don’t know from when…
-Raul Andres (Friday)


Hey there. Do I know you? You don’t remember. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Perhaps what? Perhaps you’ll remember when you take your earplugs off.
Sean (Friday)

I have 3 cats. I have A black cat. New York city and I have a love/hate relationship. It happens especially when you step on a rat. The future scares me.
-Derek (Friday)


Broseph sees on in the window. Don’t be afraid. How are you? I’m wondering when Broseph is going to visit me. It has been a while. Don’t forget to write. To say goodbye, to learn the truth. La verdad del mundo. El mundo esta loco, sometimes. Chang Chang.
-Anthony (Friday)

Blind? Blonde? Don’t think so. I’ve heard that you can actually understand sign language better if you are blind. How is that? With your hands? With your fingers.
-Joanna (Friday)

New York can be so cold and lonely expect when you are inside from the rain. That’s why you should always carry a rubber duck with you, Ive heard they have umbrellas included. Be sure that the umbrella is big enough to cover you and the ducky. Its important to care for others blindly. Specially if you want to provide the world with talent. Never losing sight that the talent has to be found inside yourself.
-Chris (Friday)

Hope is full. And talk is cheap, which is why I buy words in bulk. Don’t go to Costco though; ive heard they bury commas and apostrophes under the meat section. Its true. Although I oppose Walmart’s treatment of employees, I appreciate their rollback prizes due to the hidden adjectives in their 50% discount. It’s quite amusing, all that is hidden in tiny bold letters in the lower right hand corner of your hands. True. That’s why I learn from yesterday, life for today and hope for tomorrow. I hope you do too.
-Juliet (Friday)

I once saw a cloud that looked like a dragon . I named it sky-li and I’ve never forgotten that cloud. Was it fat and fluffy? Don’t forget it, even though the memory of it may run away from time to time. It was slender, but its dragon head was obvious. I won't forget it.
Perhaps you should nail it in your brain’s wall. Consider it NAILED.
John (Saturday)

Kisses on me kisses on you kisses.
-Diana Irvine

I saw you walking around my apartment. This was 87 days ago. I don’t recall. Was it really me? It may have been my wife. Are you sure? It smelled like you. I also saw your briefcase on the porch. (yes of your apartment) Why do we always forget ourselves? I just don’t understand. But I miss you.
-Joseph Rivera (Saturday)

I am a bridge. You see me standing near the edge. I start to tip. You call. I turn and see you.
-Julia Tattan (Saturday)

Tell me your biggest dream. I had a dream the other night …that the world was endind and that everyone I “love” was running from this enormous flying saucer. What’s your greatest aspiration in life as of today? To make something that can actually spark sensations in other people. You are Beautiful.
-Will Hiltman (Saturday)






Quizás por algo los triángulos del corazón son un vórtex infinito. Sonó el zapateo de mañanita armonioso, tiempo. El tiempo se está derritiendo pero continuaremos esta historia luego. Te amo
Monica Zabala (sábado)

Esta canción la tocaba mi abuela todo el tiempo. Todavía te la canta, cuando escondes tus memorias debajo de tu almohada. ¿Sí? Con razón siempre la escucho al dormir. Puede ser. Quizás, quizás, quizás todavía te amo.
Quizás no, siempre te amaré, preciosa.
-Andres Justiniano (SaturdaY)

Pick something. This will be you in ten years. If you are alive then, hopefully the Mayans and the Aztecs are wrong. Or not. We can’t know. It is up to us to try our best.
-Rebecca Savelsberg (Saturday)

Sometimes it’s just at that moment when you feel so damn connected to everyone and that your life is so fucking great and how could anyone be so lucky that you realize how mother fucking alone you are.
My middle name is Alexandra.
Alexandra (Saturday)

Pretty Looking. Walls? Tables? Nostrils? Furbys? Hair? Nostrils? Clothes fat hair children and rabbits. You call them bunnies. They remind me of Jesus. Jesus I never say him that way, scratchy not furry.
Nicolas, (Saturday)

They say humans hide the more precious parts. Feeling is believing so how do you show then and permit them to feel it . By giving them limitations, that become opportunities for something new. Perhaps a risk. The key is seeing it. Every limitation is an opportunity.
Anook (Saturday)

The water flows over the elephant and makes me see the truth. It's easy to not notice how heart-warming your laughter is. My dear your ears must no be listening to the pilter palter. Perhaps. But maybe next time I’ll put ear plugs on someone, instead of blindfolding them. And then they will eat the marshmellow.
Lisa (Friday)



I think we all have beauty locked deep inside us and it is expressed throughout art which stirs the senses and provokes the mind. Don’t you feel this way? I think of beauty only when I’m in the bathroom. Do you know of a mirror that doesn’t lie? Mirrors only reflect what they see…do you think yourself a liar? What do you see when you stare at your reflection…mirror mirror on the wall…
I see nostrils.
Awesome.
Carlotta Summers (Saturday)

To see-to see-for once. For once? To smell, to savor, to swallow. What? To swallow life, to swallow sound, music. To taste it in your tongue, no toothpicks included. You really do look like my uncle. Perhaps, perhaps perhaps!
-Caesar

Write to me. Write to you. Write to me. Write to you. Write to me. Thank you. No, thank you…
-Christine, Sunday

This is surreal. Su (real)- sub real? Are we under reality? Yes. You better be careful.. . unless you cant to be stuck in this dirt…infinitely. Perhaps.
-Tommy Schutz

I have always thought that Victoria Falls was far more scenic than Niagara Falls. I’ve never been to either…tell me. Neither have I , but I have definitely seen my share of photos, Victoria is surrounded with jungle whereas Niagra is nothing but Tundra; I came from a land where it does not snow. I don’t know how my hands might feel about ‘tundra’. Probably not very good. Frostbite tends to be unpleasant for most people. I agree.
Tommy Schutz (Sunday)

Out of the dark night came a face so full of innocence that aparkled, inadvertingly, a smile on my face, which was a sensation I had not felt since childhood when I rode my bike freely, not caring about my toothless smile. This night is like that to me.
-Ronald Peet (Sunday)

Because it leaves me empty but without enough room to care. Perhaps you can fill it up with the buzzing of the room next door. Except getting next door is much greater of a journey than you anticipated, and you didn’t pack the right tools. You are right; I left all my vulnerability in the third drawer at home. As usual. You come unprepared.
-Briana Jones (Sunday)

Once upon a time, in a land far away…there was a one-winged ostrich that tried to put makeup on…but once it finished, it realized that blue just wasn’t its color for eye shadow. It got depressed, so it decided to splurge on Ben and Jerry’s Ice cream, and as it sat in Ben and Jerry’s eating the ice cream, it looked across the room and found its true love.
-Katrina Yilmaki (Sunday)


One day a giant found a small stone and kept it inside his pocket…until the stone rebelled. The stone jumped out of the pocket and attached itself to the giant’s nose. Its nose felt alive. It crawled into the giants’ nostrils and built a cave…in this cave the stone met another rock. They made many rock babies. It was a beautiful home.
-Sarah Rose (Sunday)

Where am I? Where did everything I thought I knew go? It probably ran away, ot melted away with time. You might be stuck inside…a clock tower that is now a part of the soil. Clocks have always been so fascinating to me. Ticking ticking ticking like they’re in control, but really they are arbitrary. Don’t we give time its power? Don’t we decide what time is? We are given away to time for its birthday. What a fun gift. Happy Birthday, I suppose.
-Alexis Bramhall, (Sunday)

Listen to the hammering of the nails. I hear them in my back, in the walls of my brain. I thinking it is going to stay there…infinitely. Put them back into the wood. Do not let any stick out. Keep the wood CLEAN. They are running away…they are standing, still , yet moving inside me because I am a tree.
-Brendan Mccall

Today was a day unlike any other! I was still on my Sunday morning waiting for it to happen! Don’t tell me you bumped into Alec Baldwin on the street…only in my dream. He came to me with information about you. Whaaat? He told you I own a hidden code for a buried treasure…or perhaps not. I woke suddenly at the last moment before he told me where to find you. I was lucky you weren’t too far. You were the first thing I thought of when I woke. Will you tell me.
-John Pasha (Sunday)

It was Thursday in Paris and not quite raining when you came to my flat. I remember wearing my favorite green slippers…oh wait,maybe it’s the wrong flat. You hesitated just outside of the building and I let you. A part of me hoped you wouldn’t ever recall my address. I am very bad with addresses. I forgive you not for the addresses but honestly you should write them down. I should. I will.
-Andrew Butler (Sunday)

I entered into a room and it feels like a dream. Really? Yes. Perhaps it is. Remember you swallowed “something:. Not that. Its more of like a dream you have from letting your mind wander. Thanks for letting your wind wander.
-Jake Rubin, Sunday

Write about falling from the sky
Write about creativity and stereotypes
Write about fallin in love
Write about finding comfort in a shared voice
Write about denying how hard it is to find good coffee in New York.
-Sasha, (Sunday)

Nice mask, bulky? Its nice to see you through these eyes, writer. Does the marshmellow touch all lips? No this marshmellow was uniquely crafted for your mouth. The coffee, I realized as sipping, might disrupt sleep later. My deepest apologies for not drinking it all. Its okay. Thank You
-Darelynn (Sunday)

In my dreams you came into my room with nuclear bombs and we obliterate every single memory I have. Its kind of like making music I suppose? The sounds of exploding bombs are like a sweet melody. And there comes a point where I forget where I end and the rest of the world begins. It is in that converging point where you exist…in this moment (??) I can only exist when I am someone else.
-Paige (Sunday)