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Sweet _______

Posted 03 October 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Real™ Poems by mike! | No Comments

What’s in a poem, if not words? …Silence…

Story about No Body

Posted 03 October 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Stories by mike! | No Comments

No Body knows what’s happening to Any One and Every One wants Every Thing to be okay. So Every One asks No Body if Every Thing is going to be okay. No Body says Every Thing is going to be okay with Any One. But Any One doesn’t matter to Every One, only Every Thing […]

The Fortunate Ones

Posted 25 September 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Real™ Poems by mike! | No Comments

Where was yesterday when I ran into your girlfriend? Oh yeah. In her house, so that she could cheat on you with me.

Blog 12: Be True to Your Blog (The story of how mike got glared at by Brian Wilson)

Posted 03 September 2008 | By | Categories: Blog, Reality™ Products, Text | 2 Comments

So, I was just blogging the blog-o-sphere yesterday when, all of a sudden, insane celebrity Brian Wilson went to Amoeba records for one of his scheduled “social interactions”.  My friend Ben F. Nyberg sent me a text message saying “hey! mike! you’re great. brian wilson’s at amoeba. *some text missing*”.  So, wouldn’t you know, *some […]

Do you know Michael, the one we call Mike? by Tim H. W. Anderson

Posted 03 September 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Poems by People Michael™ Knows, Tim H. W. Anderson | No Comments

Do you know Michael, the one we call Mike? Now there was a fellow that no one could like! How he’d toss and he’d turn, every night in his bed (Of course I didn’t see it, but that’s what everyone said) And when he awoke, he’d yawn and he’d stretch Just thinking about it, oh […]

The tower without error

Posted 02 September 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Stories by mike! | No Comments

The tower(s) climbed higher than ever before and were fortified of blocks of semi-solid Styrofoam, fully degradable by the upper classes who consider them less than worthy of the praise of higher authorities. A man with a beard about the size of forty had seen his fair share of weather; fairly often he shared accounts […]

Still Salt Water

Posted 26 August 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Stories by mike! | No Comments

“I’ve never caught anything that big in my life, Paul.” “You’re telling me. That thing was as big as a Buick!” “Yeah.” “Your father never even caught anything that big before.” Some silence occurred. “Thanks for inviting me, Paul. It was really great. I really appreciate it.” “Don’t mention it.” “It would have really meant […]

Blog 11: Dog Blog

Posted 19 August 2008 | By | Categories: Blog, Reality™ Products, Text | No Comments

I thought about becoming a teacher for awhile. I even tutored! And there’s one thing I learned from teaching kids and it’s that they are always asking for help writing essays. I decided that I wanted to help kids write essays. There’s three basic essay forms: explorative, debatatory, and predatory. So I thought I’d tackle […]

Death of the Hive Mind

Posted 19 August 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Stories by mike! | No Comments

This small insect spent a night of love and passion with what was considered by most horticulturists the most beautiful flower in the world. This particular breed of flower, which came from the ground and had roots that spread deep into the hollow Earth, populated the fields of Holland, underneath the windmills. The insect operated […]

Retraction man-delayed Reflection

Posted 12 August 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Stories by mike! | No Comments

September 16,
September 16,

Delayed by approximately 15 seconds or so was the reflection of Lydia Dulce delayed by approximately 15 seconds or so was the reflection of Lydia Dulce. She could no longer picture herself in her mind without feeling uncomfortable.

Gone were the days of flirtatious love and cocktail conversations. She could no longer picture herself in her mind without feeling uncomfortable. Gone were the days of flirtatious love and cocktail conversations. Here were the days of an inability to perform daily personal management.