tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30177692679705686772012-02-15T22:56:29.914-08:00like there's no tomorrowJaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-40589034609841038542011-11-23T23:47:00.000-08:002011-11-23T23:51:30.826-08:00

I can't distinguish between radiation sickness and the plague. Is this the bomb from Donovan creeping up my arm, or Emma's sickness from Denver? I'm feverish, my veins stand out in high contrast. Many are dying. I may join them. I may be grateful to do so.

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-40858167932584698132011-10-31T22:38:00.000-07:002011-10-31T22:39:20.720-07:00

The world has ended. I miss whiskey and coffee. Duh. I really, really miss my nail clippers.

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-61811501080038927482011-10-19T22:17:00.000-07:002011-10-19T22:34:35.803-07:00

Coming back is like falling down a rabbit hole. Have y'all ever seen Ringu or even The Ring? (Both are good in my opinion.) That outline of the boundary.... I reckon y'all know, but the line around my attic door is my Ring. This is the boundary of the unknown, the singularity, the place where the madness began. I've escaped now, of course. Of course.  

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-11299537659892646142011-10-16T22:07:00.001-07:002011-10-16T22:07:57.564-07:00

I just wanted to say I'm workin' on it. We ain't dead. And the world hasn't ended just yet. New shit soon.

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-77375379360656026212010-02-12T02:23:00.001-08:002010-02-12T02:31:41.599-08:00

I smile at incantations inviting me to lie we've been here for a while we've seen the other side but we speak nothing of it just try to fly thoughts in your eyes to help you see what they've done to reality & nothing is what it should be count the distance you know the equation is all wrong I broke myself of all the marionette dances that most dance upon what's worse you'll never know

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-46336781193129791122009-12-27T21:08:00.000-08:002009-12-27T21:13:29.672-08:00

Ok, so I know I have never posted before...but I honestly forgot about it, just had a million things going on...so be gentle, please. I will try and write some more and actually post on here. It’s not every day you wake up… Never thought I’d be around to see it. You know? Only crazy people sit around thinking about the end. I mean who sits at the breakfast table thinking “What if the world

Majickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03420676755635420323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-6029193377740197982009-10-07T18:54:00.000-07:002009-10-07T19:10:18.760-07:00

circling this planet Earth right now are our former homes each spinning silently as though forboding as though chastizing watching what we have done so many times before be done again here the sun isn't nearing global warming is not coming the sun is burning out we have been hopping from planet to planet destroying each as we go robbing it of all it's valuable life-giving resources the sun

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-86550263985777251842009-09-24T14:36:00.000-07:002009-09-24T14:37:09.568-07:00

There were no blueberries during the last summer. Blueberries that typically came in drooping clusters too large for a single household to make use of refused to produce even a single fruit, the flowers drying and falling off the bush. Also absent were cucumbers, pears, citrus, apples, and dozens of others. Only the self-pollinators were available in any quantity, and we all lived on tomatoes,

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-24248733012067581282009-09-10T10:47:00.000-07:002009-09-10T11:01:44.164-07:00

There once was a far away land with a far out man out there he dreamt of very strange things Among the things strange of which he would dream a nation no longer fooled with dollars and percents but a waking world serching for themselves in this land the strange man lived few every slowed to exist for the roses grew tall, the sun rose and would fall so beautifully With no apologies did this man

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-62762035563423001102009-07-05T17:47:00.000-07:002009-07-05T17:49:04.179-07:00

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-74725588736636200052009-04-08T05:45:00.000-07:002009-04-08T05:50:23.795-07:00

to me the sky comes alive when I think of you & if I were to let this go I would be more alone than without you in my head sadness chases me happiness awaits Which way shall I run? all I've known is sorrow I don't need hope it won't find me again said a spirit is moving a moving spirit cannot be stilled said a love that's growing a love can grow & forever fulfill don't want to wait til I get old

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-56349264746832974062009-02-11T20:07:00.000-08:002009-02-11T20:43:41.272-08:00

the key pharoh is in place ready to enslave so many willing so many so I ride into space close my eyes & fade away I have no idea why it is this way & why people don't want TRUE change I suppose they just don't know as all their lives they've been killing themselves whilst convincing themselves it is ok nations secretly wishing for death if I could destroy this spoon

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-673722455375042552009-02-04T12:56:00.000-08:002009-02-04T13:00:36.808-08:00

Badlands. They really don't look so bad; plenty of green scrub at least. But at some point someone had to cross this on a wagon, and it probably wasn't wonderful. You can't really control anything. Someone designed this ride long before we got on. The drops and turns and 360's have been in place for some time now and there's nothing we can do to change them. The only thing I can even think of

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-79690391886849518272009-01-20T18:46:00.000-08:002009-01-20T18:51:35.766-08:00

Shall I go?all is gonewretched are the hearts pulsating in my earslying are they eyes looking into my facethe symphony is not only frustratingbut out of keysaid man walks to the frontsaid man is the fallen onesaid man is celebratedhonoredfor nothing more thanliesit's on nowthe final film reel rollingsee sweet the length25, 920 years longsliding into the frames to make us famousno more concernno

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-46466764710770612832008-12-25T09:49:00.000-08:002008-12-25T09:56:10.863-08:00

the essence of a human water mixed with blood& guts slapped in the skull a brain the pounding of the heart as the nerves crouch slightly at chalkboard fingernails bone in mouths open wide preparing to masticate preparing to assimilate to introduce something new into the body bones wired with veins>br> so the blood& water can pour into the organs pulsing in the ear throbbing in the muscles as the

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-18844644822093279792008-12-21T10:29:00.000-08:002008-12-21T10:46:13.286-08:00

I can't seem to get this dream I had when I was about 5 years old out of my head I was moving down the hall of my elementary school towards the gym but I noticed I was moving kinda weird floating... this dream correlates to another one I has in my teens but in a different way I remeber I was trying to punch someone someone that was trying to cause harm to me but it was as if I wa underwater

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-68782460366536302292008-12-05T15:33:00.000-08:002008-12-05T15:34:16.691-08:00

Zim says (10:28 AM): are you okay? Molly says (10:28 AM): Yeah, why? Zim says (10:28 AM): you know that feeling I get? Molly says (10:28 AM): Impending doom? Zim says (10:28 AM): like something really bad is coming? Molly says (10:28 AM): yeah Zim says (10:28 AM): I got that a few minutes ago Zim says (10:28 AM): it's usually right Zim says (10:29 AM): I don't know what it could be, but I have it

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-80135907453428362982008-11-26T17:25:00.000-08:002008-11-26T17:26:10.486-08:00

"What do we do about the situation in Arakansas?" "What situation?" "Don't fucking play with me. You are fully aware of what I'm speaking of." "I cannot tell you how important it is to.." "I know protocol! I also know this is not.." "Frank" ".. someone called Frank?" "No one calls Frank. He knew." "How does he know?" "He always knows"

carbonickidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192551313957405999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-8146608422976190902008-11-16T19:51:00.001-08:002008-11-16T19:51:38.653-08:00

Is there really a bomb? Is there really a disease? Where are the Barrens? Yes. And they're right behind you. Don't get vertigo and fall.   Technorati

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-24916689183253993572008-11-05T23:37:00.000-08:002008-11-05T23:41:48.638-08:00

"So? Entire cities exploded. But really... has anything changed?""No. I suppose not. Not really.""And that's exactly what I've been saying. Whimper. The world dies slowly and quietly.""You don't even notice it happening.""Gas has even gone down." fiction little apocalypse hypertext novel

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-62530248326418407042008-11-03T12:30:00.000-08:002008-11-19T13:28:52.717-08:00

indescribable pain oceans of souls screaming waving for help time ripped to shreds as also our lives high to feel right hurt to not bleed for fun bleed for digesting words I've read seems I've slept in this bed so many times before she says it is ok we both know it is not we both lay lie together but it doesn't make it right another vein another life taken tonight & now

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-60650679282598033472008-11-02T20:13:00.000-08:002008-11-02T20:14:25.774-08:00

This week in the apocalypse:Confused by The Barrens? Don't worry. It's all about to start making sense. Stewarts needs it explained to him, too.There's been some kind of outbreak in the world up top.Little Apocalypse will be light on the updates next week (if we post anything), while Cassie's in Florida. But we'll be back soon. Also, remember this word: house. You might have use of it soon.  

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-7426325184693340472008-10-28T11:56:00.000-07:002008-10-28T11:58:45.931-07:00

Oh, and we thought we were so original.... (LOL) From Cabanon Press.  

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-28777785711278388332008-10-26T21:53:00.000-07:002008-10-26T21:54:03.188-07:00

We haven't been very good about telling you about updates, but they have been going up. Here's some recent stuff for you: Some short stories have been added: greed bombs time travel ghosts Jonathan is dealing with a pile of bodies. Stewart is leaving notes for Zim. Zim's been writing in his journal. Molly pretends not to see it. Molly & Zim put up a flickr account. Molly & Zim's map has

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-20073158445278159572008-10-12T16:56:00.000-07:002008-10-13T09:06:30.411-07:00

in the world of denial & persuasion - those speaking the truth & pulling back the curtain are mocked & jeered until others start saying the same things then they become a threat - we stand upon the souls we once were only transported through time remembering more & more there is a possibility it could be our time to become the pharoh or cause the pharoh to fall - either way it is unimportant as

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-70474913092102524522008-10-10T16:40:00.000-07:002008-10-10T16:45:19.665-07:00

I turned my head too quickly. The disorientation was a result of the sudden shift of perspective. I stood up too suddenly. The black vapor I caught in my peripheral vision was an illusion caused by a change in blood pressure. I cleaned recently. The mists in the air are only dust caught in the sunlight. There's not really anything there. I'm pretty sure of it.   Technorati

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-45633378525109239502008-10-07T06:39:00.000-07:002008-10-07T06:52:28.017-07:00

Germany was like heaven but you see where I am now it gets hotter than a hundred in the summer with no clouds ...I've been dragged down but at the same time I've been dragging myself for so long -to think I was someone special once upon a time it's like a seriously psychological delusion &the world doesn't mind letting me know- I said to the butler here're the keys then walked out with nothing &

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-89903652144715138002008-10-05T20:09:00.000-07:002008-10-05T20:10:16.821-07:00

This week in the apocalypse: *The long-awaited continuation of "Parade." *Zim isn't getting much sleep. *Stewart almost has her. She's so close he can touch her. *An RSS feed's been added to the blogger. *We've added a MySpace music page where you can add music by RJ and Brandon to your page. Once again we had our biggest week ever, topping 1000 hits in one day. We also got a review on

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-91309183247986755012008-10-02T15:58:00.000-07:002008-10-13T09:15:34.418-07:00

they’ve planted the seeds watered them profusely grown them quickly with their toxic debris around all of those that now can’t grow (around all of humanity) genetically enhanced to need them in order to feed blinded the shell cannot see (no more opened eyes, 3rd generation full of lies) Where to drink or where to feed? withering upon the land as it dies too ingestion of the toxic stew provided &

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-37800640495297560752008-10-01T14:14:00.000-07:002008-10-01T14:20:17.279-07:00

they came from distant placesdestroying the land&all those who sought her just rewardfor planting seed& virtue they cameto cover the truthto file grievances with even their own creator&to have us all(me & you)do the sameeven though our Creator(s)were different they cameto make simulations of what was once living&sell it to us all(you & me)at prices too steep to be even consideredinsanejust to

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-63002777576968434412008-09-29T14:17:00.000-07:002008-09-29T14:25:05.334-07:00

I don't know who I wanna talk to I just wanna talk to someone don't know where I wanna go but I know I wanna go somewhere so sick & tired of the sickness around me it's creepin' in I wanna to be free of it I wanna be unaffected we all want the same things we all should do what we love but the program is set up to teach us to push & shove do what we hate for a buck screw our best friends to get a

Jasonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11250943850312180836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-54099153849583550482008-09-28T20:02:00.001-07:002008-09-28T20:04:49.273-07:00

This week in the apocalypse: -The nameless "I" in The Barrens is revealed -The nameless "she" in Stewart's life is revealed -The world continues to crumble -Jason Lammons and Brian Cotton join the Little Apocalypse We had a great week this week. Not only am I really happy with the progression of the story, but exposure and hits have increased dramatically. Thank you to everyone who has shared

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-55127975452088292362008-09-28T17:11:00.000-07:002008-09-28T17:12:38.015-07:00

The following contribution comes from material written by Jason Lammons. The halls all seem longer and the room dimensions quadrupled; voices amplified to the point of whispers. The world will sleep for many more years - it must be this way. Only after the change can they see what is true, in front of their faces. We have seen all that will happen from looking to our past. 2morrow is

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-14094078331820672512008-09-26T20:57:00.000-07:002008-09-26T20:59:27.275-07:00

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JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-12713429300553571472008-09-21T21:54:00.000-07:002008-09-21T21:56:23.241-07:00

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JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-23198072150563594252008-09-17T04:06:00.001-07:002008-09-17T04:06:51.160-07:00

On the road…The Road…Driving…I’m awake (I think)…It’s hard to tell…These days…night…whatever…Everything is dark…My headlights seem feeble, pushing against a wall of nothing…I can feel it moving, somewhere…To the left (maybe)…Keeping pace…Have to keep moving…

Zach Heberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11045217214035561918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-34119276023474143422008-09-15T17:24:00.000-07:002008-09-15T17:25:24.148-07:00

*Wyoming is an old Indian word for "no state here."*No one knows where the lake came from.*And, AND - we've got a downloads page up now. Check out the additions from Arajay and Brandon French. Our biggest, sloppiest kisses to them! We've got a piece from Brian Cotton for you, too, but we'll save that a few more days. littleapocalypse.com Technorati

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-45456889622051695922008-09-13T16:38:00.001-07:002008-09-13T16:38:55.083-07:00

They tell you that houses are still…They aren’t…Ever…If you sit in the dark, listening, you hear them breathing, shifting…Whispering…Midnight conversations between the shadows, the memories in the walls and the long minutes of the night…When I stir, they quiet, waiting…I worry, sometimes, about what they’re waiting for…

Zach Heberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11045217214035561918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-64019919340494198152008-09-12T10:46:00.001-07:002008-09-12T10:46:56.419-07:00

She tells me, when I can catch her, that it isn’t time...”It’s coming,” she says, then runs off again…I chase her…I’m always chasing her…I know I’m not the only one and that scares me…Trees rushing by…The sounds of footfalls, heavy and echoing behind me…Us…Overtaking me trying to overtake her…For the breath, I would scream…To her…For her…

Zach Heberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11045217214035561918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-50748360453855676142008-09-09T13:08:00.000-07:002008-09-10T12:36:57.683-07:00

The World Ends While I Sleep. I fall into a boundless darkness, then...The red-haired girl...The dead men, one I know to be dead (he has to be dead)...The other still breathing but gone all the same...Road and Rivers...Trains and Lost Movie Houses...When I wake, the night bleeds...Alone...Cold...Helpless... I don't understand...

Zach Heberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11045217214035561918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-414408893860774232008-08-31T20:19:00.001-07:002008-08-31T20:19:51.399-07:00

Did you hear that? Did the world just end? I think it's starting. Little Apocalypse is now online. Just in time, sugars. The first incarnation includes stuff from Cassie Smyth, Paul Carrington, Tim Wiley, and Brandon French. ARAJAY is fleeing his own little apocalypse in the form of hurricane Gustav, so his contributions are understandably delayed. But we hope to have some of his material

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-38260586262537830192008-08-31T17:24:00.000-07:002008-08-31T17:28:23.439-07:00

We launch today. In about 2 hours. And we have bad, bad, eerie timing. Gustav is apparently picking up speed now, and we're all watching nervously to see how bad it will get. Several of our collaborators are in New Orleans or other areas that are expected to flood. Some of their contributions will be understandably postponed. Please keep them in your thoughts, and lend a hand to your

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-59407556185799556202008-08-26T19:14:00.000-07:002008-08-26T19:18:05.873-07:00

This is not a beautiful painting. It's nothing but red static. A 5-year-old could have painted this. Though I'd worry a great deal about that 5-year-old.   Technorati

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-2160457143321030682008-08-20T17:37:00.001-07:002008-08-20T17:39:41.753-07:00

Belknap Springs. You park at the hotel and start wandering the trails in the woods behind it. Suddenly you come upon two stone pillars, and peering between them you see what must be the Garden of Eden. The sun finds a break in the clouds to shine down and spotlight a beautiful garden. As I was taking off my shoes and socks to wiggle my toes in that beautiful green grass, a girl of 4 or 5 stared

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-11064870456630277672008-08-18T17:03:00.000-07:002008-08-18T17:05:28.429-07:00

Cross-posted from the Little Apocalypse MySpace. We've been asked a few times now: WTF is a hypertext novel? A hypertext novel, for our purposes, is a novel broken up into little bits and scattered across multiple webpages. Readers then use hyperlinks to move through the pages like a maze. Hypertext novels have been around as long as the Internet. Check out this wikipedia entry for a little

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-2975106734153957622008-08-15T17:01:00.000-07:002008-08-15T17:02:19.554-07:00

Agriculture and industrialization let the Earth support far more of us in any given space than she would have previously tolerated. With our amazing tools, we've lowered the death rate to as little as 7 per 100,000 in some areas. The population grows exponentially. To a large extent, we've beaten death. We've also beaten natural selection and evolution. Or, at least until we reach the next

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-20018321784130988572008-08-14T22:00:00.000-07:002008-08-14T22:15:09.003-07:00

Do you remember? I'd rather not, thanks.

carbonickidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192551313957405999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-3464502030419515482008-08-13T16:42:00.000-07:002008-08-13T16:44:31.843-07:00

This is what the workshop looked like last weekend: Let's play a game. Click the image above to see the notes I've added. Then add your own notes to anything that amuses you. There is so much fun stuff on the floor. There's something else we need you to do, too. Share this blog and our home page, littleapocalypse.com, with your friends. We'll do a link exchange on this blog for any sites

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-14565558408128688512008-08-12T11:03:00.000-07:002008-08-13T12:02:54.812-07:00

You may think it was helpful trying to return the phone. Found us instead Welcome to the thing that has kept us awake for years. More burning drink and desensitizing candy than we can remember. Never knowing for sure if we are just crazy.better believe it. It would be a lie to say we're not fucking with you You're welcome. 8/31/08 is the beginning of the end Technorati

carbonickidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192551313957405999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-7168203829798507632008-08-11T15:14:00.000-07:002008-08-13T16:44:57.977-07:00

Tomorrow morning the stars fall. We should head for the edge of town. It's going to be beautiful watching it all come down. The Perseids peak tonight. I have a wish for each one. There are so many beautiful things I will miss. I want to experience them all right now. Like there's no tomorrow.   Technorati

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-11646739823328063682008-08-09T16:11:00.000-07:002008-08-09T16:14:13.574-07:00

To recognize something has begun is admitting it will end. Everything we put together will ultimately fall apart. Hope is a misguided feeling brought about to reach a goal that is unattainable. Sometimes these ideas are romanticized into little stories that are nothing more than tripe and relatively not worth the readers time. Can't see pass tomorrow   Technorati

carbonickidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192551313957405999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-56459578626310185212008-08-07T23:38:00.001-07:002008-08-07T23:38:42.221-07:00

Some things just don't go together. Hammers and glass. Acid and mirrors. Well, perhaps they do. Depends on your tastes. Bang. Bang. Bang. Smashing things to pieces is surprisingly easy.  

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-23577554366069070142008-08-06T11:38:00.000-07:002008-08-12T23:00:40.144-07:00

The old writer watches the world as it fades like the black in her eyes. Do you want to play this game? You already know the ending. There are no surprises here. I sense a great cabal. The roaches have left the walls and are laying eggs in my head. Don't fear the black cat! She'll lead you to the Western Lands without fellaheen involvement. The old writer doesn't have the words left

carbonickidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192551313957405999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-28048203870801061542008-08-05T15:59:00.000-07:002008-08-05T16:00:28.236-07:00

I can't imagine anyone else celebrating. We drank champagne as Katrina hit land. It was, after all, just a few days after my birthday, I'd gotten a bottle of bubbly, and then, thanks to the evacuation, found myself with friends in town from New Orleans. For the most part we weren't that concerned yet. Mother Nature regularly displays her awesome power in the South, and sometimes we just yawn at

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-20972489718110692572008-08-04T12:38:00.000-07:002008-08-04T12:39:41.675-07:00

Connections are being made "If you don't come with me right now you'll look back for the rest of your life and regret it." BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "A woman who died 40 years ago was discovered in her apartment that had not been changed in all that time." How could no one notice? "The list of substances he was used to having in his body was longer than he

carbonickidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192551313957405999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-50910278795025829452008-07-31T21:07:00.000-07:002008-08-01T10:13:53.786-07:00

I was expecting more. Perhaps a sleek, slim shadow following my steps just out of sight as I move from dimly lit bar to empty store front. I turn into an alley, yearning for some of that magic that is supposed to ride up from the river on waves of pulsing desire. Too many vampire stories. Too much Lestat. Instead I find this shop filled with glossy eyes and porcelain skin. I've never seen

Rocketgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996801788423934042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-61982918002926246782008-07-31T17:35:00.000-07:002008-07-31T17:37:36.310-07:00

The Little Apocalypse MySpace page is up now: myspace.com/littleapocalypse Swing by and see us.  

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-15167362043061997522008-07-23T17:48:00.000-07:002008-07-23T17:49:49.796-07:00

  Technorati

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-58373718334977110412008-07-20T22:54:00.000-07:002008-07-20T23:33:44.208-07:00

There are rumors about Little Apocalypse art shows in Shreveport and New Orleans. And exclusive tracks from Arajay. Our nuclear family is totally blowing up. Join us? Little Apocalypse is covered by a creative commons license, letting you take things away and leave things behind as you wish. Contact us to get involved. I think we need an exhibit in Eugene.   Technorati

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-24246864471105067882008-07-19T21:01:00.000-07:002008-07-19T21:05:37.877-07:00

"You push the button, and a little dude with no legs comes out and brings you your moonshine." "While moving the world's largest rubber band to a museum by helicopter, the support breaks, transforming it into the world's largest and most destructive bouncy ball." Sometimes it all makes sense later. Sometimes not so much.   Technorati

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-68531180941691956532008-07-17T12:55:00.001-07:002008-07-17T12:55:58.028-07:00

Keep your eyes open, Eugene.   Technorati

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-53882351026846336402008-06-26T16:09:00.000-07:002008-06-26T16:10:59.762-07:00

I try to imagine America celebrating after vaporizing pieces of Japan, and I can't do it. I can't imagine anyone else celebrating as little pieces of America disappear, either. Perhaps I am lacking imagination. Perhaps it's all real. Technorati

JaneDoughnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061943532078527266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-22465090866367565352008-05-03T21:10:00.000-07:002008-05-03T21:20:00.475-07:00

It's an uncommonly known fact. The parts are greater than the whole. More now than ever before. Maybe we just see it more easily. Maybe it's that we can -  we can take the time to see beyond the moment. The why.   why not? The how. More specifically... What did we do?   everything wrong Where do we go from here?   We don't have that kind of control There is more information on the map

carbonickidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15192551313957405999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3017769267970568677.post-9742335690634910032008-05-01T21:42:00.000-07:002008-05-03T21:22:39.523-07:00

It's like....We know we're gonna die someday. That's a fact. Everyone that lives dies. Heck, it might even be tomorrow. This is accepted. But we hope not. And we have no doubt that it will all still be there in the morning, waiting on us to get the fuck out of bed. Everyone's always surprised when it's not. I think it was kind of like that. Given enough time, given history's example, we knew the

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