

Jersey DinerScenes from a New Jersey DinerJersey Diner
The sign outside said it was Time to Eat, and I agreed. We got off of the Circle (New Jersey doesn’t believe in rotaries) and parked. inside we sat, shiny menus open, and we watched the eye-shadow crowd, Sedated by syringe sugar highs.
I inhale my sweet-tart cigarette
and cough. He laughs, we smile. It’s breakfast night. Our waitress takes our orders
and brings our coffee.
I say, Diner coffee tastes like New Jersey summers; bitter, hot, and just a hint of decay from sitting around too


CandylandWhen Something's Wrong in CandylandCandyland
I didn’t see much firsthand ‘cause Mom always told me “if you ever have trouble with a man your Sicilian grandma knows the cure to an abusive husband- the business end of a cast-iron frying pan.” Dad respected that, and us.
We didn’t care about keeping up appearances Because we had nothing to hide I guess that’s why my gingerbread houses sucked. Vanilla sugar frosting does not a sealant make And Twizzlers might taste like concrete, but you can’t Build a home on candy alone Though my classmates and their mothers


Three Little Pigspiggy and porkie and babe went to the juniors department in macy*s all of them had been svelte and stick-figured in high school butThree Little Pigs
one too many nights at the college keggers had all but ruined that. piggy picks out some pink capri pants and porkie holds up a halter top babe browses the belts, not that it’s a question of having her shorts stay up anymore; now it’s about helping her heaping flesh stay in. piggy and porkie and babe go to the dressing rooms, each with 4 different items of the exact same make. no one will admit the gains they’ve acquired, except the girls they made fun o


Papers of Doom number 6Papers be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom think thou dost overthrow, Fail not, poor papers, nor yet canst thou kill my GPA, or stress, which but thy pages be, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest my best years with thee do go, No rest for my bones, or soul's delivery. Thou art slave to time, Microsoft, printers, and outlines, And dost with exams, professors, and deadlines dwell, And coffee, or Red Bull can make us deter sleep as well, And better than thy due date; why swell'st thou thePapers of Doom number 6
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Talk to you soon.
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I'm well, you? Didja just go randomdev hunting for fun?
Thank you!!! Come back and visit anytime.
How are you?
Nice gallery. Keep up the great work.
And, no worries about catching up - I know you're in kollege too - it's hard to do that "reading, writing, and critiquing on dA" thing when you have a shitload of papers to do.
Thanks for stopping by anyway - and for continuing to read my work. Yay! Quality control!
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w00t.
Yeah, I was just gonna say; I haven't gotten around to reading your latest works, but I shall, inevitably ^_^ Just letting you know I will be commenting eventually - but I'm busy and I hate writing shit like, "Dude, that is really good. wow!!!"
So yeah.
Keep it coming - I'll catch up sometime, I promise.
~nara
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Thanks. I was so amazed that it wasn't taken, you have no idea.
Dude, I don't know why, but your journals haven't been showing up. Damn you, DA!!! I'll figure you out, yet!!
~nara.
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