For every beer, there are 22 cheers and the reasons are never-ending. Mine used to be reasons, but they've turned into "rationalizations on the rocks". When good times turn bad, bad times always get worse, and when you think it's the worst it never is. The dreaded kicker always hits you like the one that pushed you over the brim and into oblivion. And to think it was all going so well...These liquid spirits are haunting me and I can sense their unfinished business. There's really no substance...

The place is dirty, dark and sometimes forgotten among the lists' of bar-hoppers in town. The smoke lingers over top of the bar in spite of Ohio’s recently enacted smoking laws. A small crowd is huddled around the inconveniently placed pool table in the back-left of the bar, near the stage where the band is set up. To my left, thin, stringy gray-haired 60's refugees with ripped jeans and dirty plaid shirts are shooting shit in the booths with their special ladies. I can hear their retro lingo...

frank hosterman: hello everyone, i'm franklin hosterman and i'd like to thank you for joining me for another installment of (all together now) "GUESS THAT_____." okay, now if you missed that first word, then you are either not watching the correct program or you have an iq lower than 75---which is fine, you know...just not the target audience we were looking for exactly. i mean, they can watch...excuse me, retards can watch but they should just not speak. wow. i'm sorry, we are moving on with...

[serious news music (timpani bum buh-buh-bums) echoes in the viewer's mind while the intro graphic elapses. cameras one and two cuts around the studio from all news members smiling faces to center-stage where the old, weathered host whose got many crinkles in his face, prepares for his introduction. then camera three zooms in on him (his makeup just glows as the lights are brightened). music closes. mic levels raised. he addresses the nation.] peter laslow: good evening, everyone. my name is ...

im not going to punctuate im not going to indent im not going to revise i'm not going to edit can you please just critique the content for god's sake (now im a heathen in more ways than one) how did it make you feel was it innovative in any way if youre going review please remember to be constructive i dont want to start a long battle of the comments concerning all the ways you misinterpreted my piece or how you personally werent amused it is fucking annoying (who wants to comment on the word...

what's this strange fluff and how did it get here? i need to let them know that this is MY territory, and nobody or nothing can encroach on my turf without me knowing about it. if i show my teeth, this strange enemy will float right back to wherever they came from or dissolve before i aim straight for wherever their jugular is. WHAT?! SURPRISE ATTACK!! GET DOWN, THEY'RE AIMING FOR OUR HEADS!! COLD, SOFT PARATROOPERS TAKING THE BARRACKS COMING IN MINDBOGGLING NUMBERS TO TRAP US IN, AND FORCE U...

caught dead in our tracks, the fierce flamingo saw right through us...the egg stayed.