the League of Nonsense.
this is the worst blog you will ever read.
this is the worst blog you will never read.
this is the worst blog you will never read.
Oct 24
Dec 15
the gains of being true at heart
the following was written not by me, but by another person: Danielle Adams.
On page 22 Ellisons taunting story I can never relate too in this novel Invisible Man. Ellison is describing abuse, violence, and pain which I hope to never endure in my life time. Personally I don’t have a story to relate to this, but my brother has a life changing story that can tell. Many summers ago on a rainy day he was racing his new dirt bike in the woods by my house. The dew on the ground was very moist as and the boys continued to race. He soon hit an immense pile of leaves and could not control the dirt bike any longer resulting to him flipping off of it. His friend was long gone thinking that my brother, Bobby, was still behind him. Bobby had no cell phone on him so he picked his dirt bike up and walked it home. As he walked home in severe pain, I was standing outside with my dad. I see my brother crying, struggling, gasping, and in complete shock as he strolled down the drive way. His shoulder was emerged out of his skin as he was screaming for us to take him to the hospital. In result to this accident he ended up breaking his collar bone, wrist, and rib. He’s wrist still bothers him today and this experience made him more gingerly about racing. Fear set him in his place mentally he says. Even though this is no where relatable as to what happened to the narrator, he recalls every diminutive detail including every punch thrown because all those tiny details stick with you after an incident like that. The reason my brothers incident sticks with me and my family is because his idiocy made him grow as a person, and when he and I look back on this the experience his triumph shines threw.
Nov 05
personal bats. play by the rules.
there’s only 2 rules boys.
1. personal bats.
2. play by the rules.
that’s it. it’s pretty much impossible to fuck up. those are the only two rules.
yet… we keep fucking up. we keep breaking both rules at a time. it’s awful. it really really is.
just goes to show how strong the force of habit can really be.
they’re lined up like dominoes
just like dominoes
just like ancient greek columns
just like dominoes
.mikhul
a (p/h)omo (ANAL)ysis
by THE REAL YTUI
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theme from the top
wooden shouldn’t
stan with wine, shaving cream,
please, this is me,
please!
.mikhul
a rocking man
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a mouse
a broken shard
and a piece of lard
a frame
inside of a picture
inside of a frame
lies on her bedroom shelf
she wakes up to the sound of the music
she opens her eyes
but they are
not there
this morning
is tonight
tomorrow
we will see.
.dan
Oct 22
a flashback of a foreshadow
I watched mikhul from the rooftop of the white house.
everything was going according to plan. we had bugged the oval office and the gas was about to knock out the secret service agents. Steve was listening in on his Headphones from the Van,/ mikhul made it past the security cameras. but something was wrong. he wasn’t headed in the right direction.
where was he going.
this wasn’t part of the plan.
I snapped out of it, I was watching mikhul from the rooftop of the hotel. he and this girl he was with just came out of a large cafe with some bread and milk to give to the hobos. they were headed towards union square with some checkers and some falafel they had gotten from st. mark’s place. mikhul was flipping through a brand new book he just got and the girl he was with got distracted when she saw a young woman feeding pigeons in the park and offered to help her. suddenly mikhul dragged her away urgently, and they started heading in the opposite direction.
that’s when I was knocked out.
.kris
Oct 21
a hamburger of a fuckwit
- bought milkshakes and gave them to hobos
- helped the old man feed the pigeons in the park
- played chess against the guys in union square
- checked out a used books & vinyl shop
- got coffee and cake at a tiny café
- bought bowls and froyo at st marks place
- murdered someone in cold blood
this is a list of things that i did with my friend carla the other day. one of the things is a lie though, can u guess which one?
.mikhul
Oct 20
a foreshadow of a flashback
it’s funny how after a little cosmetic surgery you can serve drinks to a guy who used to be your closest friend and he won’t even recognize you.
I always wondered what mikhul was up to these days. I overheard the girl he was with call him “jake”—not surprised to see him still up to his old games.
“your drink, sir.”
not even a fucking
nod of acknowledgement
goddamnit mikhul, don’t you know how close I came to destroying you?
I’m surprised he was showing his face around here though, so close to home, so soon too. he had to have a reason for coming here. mikhul had to be planning something.
.kris
