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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.

Dreaming in Spectre-vision

Posted 05 August 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Stories by mike! | No Comments

Whenever it was that the was was, the I-thing received the everything through lovely little lenses. Sweatervests went one by one, “bye onsies and twosies, green eyed Lucies, and brown eyed floozies,” into the ground before the I-thing followed them down. They were nice while they lasted; the eye lashes but never entirely unpleasantly as […]

Blog #10: A Nostradamus-like Blogdiction of the Future™!

Posted 01 August 2008 | By | Categories: Blog, Reality™ Products, Text | No Comments

Obama could be another simulacra humanoid robot sent to continue this country’s government’s ongoing hate crime against humanity, but as a young, charismatic, hopeful, African-American politician he has also become a symbol for change to those who believe in him, as well as the lead singer for Barack-O-Rama and the Obamas. That’s right, Clapton & […]

Painting by Roberto Figueroa

Posted 30 July 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Roberto Figueroa, Stories by People Michael™ Knows | No Comments

He stood up from the bed, blood seeping out of his nose, reaching the black hairs of his chest. He sighed, and took several steps forward. The air around him was cold, but he didn’t notice. The blood still dripped, and he sat down. He gripped the canvas in his hands, and stared at it […]

The story of Madeline

Posted 29 July 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Stories by mike!, Watt Wilby Wilby | 1 Comment

Madeline wore a smile on her… papery face. She stood calmly, legs firmly planted in place. “Where do the people go when they’re not around? Do they go on adventures or just out of town?” She thought about this, among other things, While at the dentist, for instance, Replacing her fillings. There was no simple […]

While Your Guitar Cries When You’re Playing It

Posted 29 July 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Real™ Poems by mike! | No Comments

Your guitar riffs sound forced, were you going for that?

Blog #9: The Man Who Sold the Blog

Posted 22 July 2008 | By | Categories: Blog, Reality™ Products, Text | No Comments

I haven’t blogged since I heard that China was allowed to sell ivory. I’ve been trying to kill elephants to sell ivory for years, but everyone keeps telling me how illegal and dangerous it is for me and all of the people in the poaching business. Also, I just recently learned that it’s illegal in […]

The Headwearer by Michael Molitch-Hou

Posted 22 July 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Stories by mike! | No Comments

On a night much like tonight, a woman by the name of Julie Andrews discovered that she had the ability to do something that no other person could do. The catch was, though, that she had to kill in order to do it. It was a relatively painless procedure for her as she was the […]

That thing with the screaming brain

Posted 10 July 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Stories by mike! | No Comments

In the abandoned city of los angeles, one of those things stuck its head out the window of a room on one of the higher floors in one of the few skyscrapers in the city. It did what they always did and clutched its scalp, practically digging its claws into its own head. Of course, […]

Trials

Posted 06 July 2008 | By | Categories: Media, Real™ Poems by mike!, Watt Wilby Wilby | No Comments

I tried as hard as I could but I could not I could not try any harder but I could not win I could not win any worse than I did. I blame the wide end receiver.