Posts Tagged: art

elastic phantasm

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
collage by Deger Bakir Kate and I were the only ones on the beach. The rains were over but the sky was still gray and people were afraid to come out. Even the seagulls stayed…

elastic phantasm

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
collage by Deger Bakir Kate and I were the only ones on the beach. The rains were over but the sky was still gray and people were afraid to come out. Even the seagulls stayed…

this ends badly

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by monika kozak I met her at a party, it was someone’s birthday, someone introduced us and I fell in love with her thick eyelashes and the dark shadows under her eyes. ‘I don’t…

this ends badly

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by monika kozak I met her at a party, it was someone’s birthday, someone introduced us and I fell in love with her thick eyelashes and the dark shadows under her eyes. ‘I don’t…

medusozoa

i watch the jellyfish drift in the sky like dandelion seed pods.

medusozoa

i watch the jellyfish drift in the sky like dandelion seed pods.

parasitic 

writing is the teeth that gnaw on my bones.

parasitic 

writing is the teeth that gnaw on my bones.

perdu

he can’t make out the words
they are gutted
bullet-ridden
a fishbone buried in your throat

perdu

he can’t make out the words
they are gutted
bullet-ridden
a fishbone buried in your throat

six word story no. 32

rains soften our stiff, angry limbs.

six word story no. 32

rains soften our stiff, angry limbs.

nina’s not a virgin

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by emma vakarelova They made love with the air conditioning turned off even when it hit 40 degrees celsius, the warmest summer on record. The smell of their sex hung in the air with…

nina’s not a virgin

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by emma vakarelova They made love with the air conditioning turned off even when it hit 40 degrees celsius, the warmest summer on record. The smell of their sex hung in the air with…

correspondence 12.05.16

Dear G–

My toenails are chipped. They used to be black but it’s been a month since I stepped outside. I turned 43 today and you can’t turn 43 with chipped nails…

correspondence 12.05.16

Dear G–

My toenails are chipped. They used to be black but it’s been a month since I stepped outside. I turned 43 today and you can’t turn 43 with chipped nails…

notes of a voyeur

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by poo reun i have fallen into the habit of waiting for her in the mornings. i like to watch her struggle with the cafe’s heavy glass doors, yellow bike helmet in one hand,…

notes of a voyeur

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by poo reun i have fallen into the habit of waiting for her in the mornings. i like to watch her struggle with the cafe’s heavy glass doors, yellow bike helmet in one hand,…

Medicate (be Happy or Else)

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
To prevent heartache do not breathe when ejected from the birth canal. Better still, get born a lemon. No heart. No lungs. No feels or anything. Lemons don’t scream when they’re getting their insides screwed…

Medicate (be Happy or Else)

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
To prevent heartache do not breathe when ejected from the birth canal. Better still, get born a lemon. No heart. No lungs. No feels or anything. Lemons don’t scream when they’re getting their insides screwed…

six word story no. 31

the mirror tells a different story.   art by fahren feingold

six word story no. 31

the mirror tells a different story.   art by fahren feingold

beer

If I had to read one author for the rest of my life it would be Charles Bukowski.

beer

If I had to read one author for the rest of my life it would be Charles Bukowski.

correspondence 24.3.2016

from: Babe <listentothebabe@email.com> to: Gordon Flanders <gordonflanders@email.com> date: Thursday, Mar 24, 2016 at 9.30 AM subject: madness I wanted to take a long break from writing, where you don’t do it every day; instead you only write on a Tuesday

correspondence 24.3.2016

from: Babe <listentothebabe@email.com> to: Gordon Flanders <gordonflanders@email.com> date: Thursday, Mar 24, 2016 at 9.30 AM subject: madness I wanted to take a long break from writing, where you don’t do it every day; instead you only write on a Tuesday

you don’t believe in fukú but fukú believes in you

I’ve just posted my first piece of fiction on hijackedamygdala.com: ‘you don’t believe in fukú but fukú believes in you’

you don’t believe in fukú but fukú believes in you

I’ve just posted my first piece of fiction on hijackedamygdala.com: ‘you don’t believe in fukú but fukú believes in you’

not quite the end 

I’m taking a holiday from this blog. And my head isn’t coming with me. When I return I hope it’s rooted in dirt growing leaves and something useful other than its well recognised implements of torture. Thank you for reading

not quite the end 

I’m taking a holiday from this blog. And my head isn’t coming with me. When I return I hope it’s rooted in dirt growing leaves and something useful other than its well recognised implements of torture. Thank you for reading

six word story no. 30

hush, indeterminate absence is hardly abandonment.

six word story no. 30

hush, indeterminate absence is hardly abandonment.