I do not like to run for trains but it was right there, I could see it, so I scampered. I swiped my card and the turnstile told me to “please swipe again,” and if turnstiles could laugh they would laugh like MWAHAHAHA. I watched the train doors close and I saw the empty seat where I could have been sitting speed past. A woman with a guitar was singing, really going for it on the high notes. She was trying to own the echoes on the platform. Another train came a few minutes later.
Look for my book early next year from Tiny Hardcore Press. It’s a collection of things that might be stories or maybe they are something else, but there are definitely words involved. Please tell me what to call this thing. Leave suggestions in the comments. The worse the title, the better. Ridiculous blurbs are also welcome.
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PS - You are reading my old-ass blog. I moved here: www.ottomattiq.com.
4 x like a billion = how much I love you:
I love you Otto, and I cannot bear to ever read something that says "0 x like a billion = how much I love you."
I also hate running for trains. It's practically a rule I have to never run for a train.
I can't wait to buy this book. Maybe that should be the title. Or not, because self-referential titles are so 1960's or whenever that "important" social figure wrote that book called "Steal this book" or whatever.
Maybe call it "Made Up Sexual Diseases." I don't know, I'm no good at this sort of thing.
Ha! Thanks for the help, Kevin. I'm putting the collection together now and I'm excited about it. Hope you like it.
Also, I'm still occasionally blogging here: www.ottomattiq.com
Also, my word verification was "oveli."
WOAH WOAH WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hahaha. Thanks for the enthusiasm, Sarah.
My word verification was "suffsh."
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