Stream of Conch

Posted in Love, Photos, Text, Writing on September 8, 2007 by geniusadvice



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Posted in Issues, Poetry, Text, Writing on September 4, 2007 by geniusadvice



Posted in English, Life, Love, Poetry, Writing on August 29, 2007 by geniusadvice


#2 Love

Posted in Uncategorized on August 17, 2007 by geniusadvice

…The girl in the yellow, flowery dress, wearing a star on her cheek and the sun in her hair; light up my day, light up my day…

“Russell Bradbury-Carlin has a theory that many scientists secretly want to be writers and many writers secretly want to be scientists.”

I quote.

Posted in Culture, Fiction, Life, Science on August 9, 2007 by geniusadvice


I wanna tell you something Mark, something you do not yet know, that we K-PAXians have been around long enough to have discovered. The universe will expand, then it will collapse back on itself, then will expand again. It will repeat this process forever. What you don’t you know is that when the universe expands again, everything will be as it is now. Whatever mistakes you make this time around, you will live through on your next pass. Every mistake you make, you will live through again, & again, forever. So my advice to you is to get it right this time around. Because this time is all you have.
– Prot, K-PAX


Posted in English, Fiction, Language, Love, Poetry, Writing on July 24, 2007 by geniusadvice

This is a compilation of one-liners (i.e. single sentences or fragments) from my mysterious black book that happens to be an address book. Mystery solved. May or may not be used in future poems.


The inferno in your eyes; they blind and bind me to your retentive frame.

You can’t put out fireflies with water.

It’s so quiet, you can hear the current passing through the lights overhead and the cold stares the chairs give.

City lights on sleepless nights…
…The sleepless nights with city lights…

It was the deer-in-headlights fact that you hit at 100 miles an hour.

I have a thing for your fingers, how they clasp and unclasp…

Tears race down your face and nobody wins.

It was the weight of debris and hubris.

The perfect cloud that doesn’t look like anything.

Maybe if Jack hadn’t used so much fertilizer for his beanstalk…

Unrequited love: If you were poison ivy, I’d jump into you and pretend the itch was my love returned.

The future’s not written in stone, but maybe it’s etched into small rocks that break apart when they’re stepped on.

We’ll make storks fly tonight.

I would jet lag for you.

I’ll leave you to Morpheus.

Who can stop tycoons like typhoons?

Like tapered drill bits that don’t fit;

As if you could roll a pair of dice to paradise…

Unlike time, I don’t wait on your every whim of silence.

We won’t make sense; we’ll break sense…

The intoxicating smell of newly paved asphalt on a sweltering summer day…

Karma gets around, if you know what I mean. As in, she sleeps with everybody.

Welcome to the Lazy Age; the rigor mortis of life like the twitching of a dead man’s hand…

You give me bones to stand alone.

Spindly trees on their knees…

In other words, Frank Sinatra’s got nothing on us tonight ’cause, baby, we’re aiming for the sun.

I’d cut off my arm for you if I was a starfish.

When you frown, give me your lines to write.

Why You Aren’t Invited To Weddings Anymore

Posted in Humor, Life, Writing on July 20, 2007 by geniusadvice

You keep tapping the glass with your fork, even after the newlyweds have kissed.

You stick out your foot in the aisle in hopes of tripping the bride.

You don’t even know who’s getting married.

You’re the guy that gets to the venue late and takes the bride’s parking spot.

You think after the wedding, the bride is going to eat the groom like praying mantids. And you keep telling that to everybody you meet.

You try and toast the new couple but forget their names ’cause you’re drunk.

After 5.), you think you can substitute their names with Bert & Ernie.

You can’t count.

When the officiator asks if anybody objects to the marriage, you stand up only to say, “Just stretching.”