the importunate ones

by bofa xesjum

we just started - i can’t handle this don’t make me put this paper down just for a thrill every day i’ve got the blues you said that before but i loved the sound of the rain you were always thrill crazy, doris that’s why i wanted you to stay away from millicent go away, kid, you bother me that was my grandpa’s solution to everything i know i am repeating myself but can’t you see i’m busy no, how was i supposed to know? you never gave me a chance never gave me a chance to show what i could do you should have spoken up because every day i had the blues i had dreams once thrilling, indescribable dreams such as no one ever had before put that paper down and listen to me i was always told to go away and stop bothering people but i craved excitement oh, forget you ever knew me! but i loved the sound of the rain it is so easy to forget and that, really, is all there is to it

when we returned to the old house...

by bofa xesjum

we found that it had been converted into a condominium most of the units of which were yoga studios because ignorance is a frail base for virtue a frail base for virtue indeed i must have walked the streets until after midnight the streets i so loved and feared what did i come here for? he was looking at me with bright beady eyes they were horribly afraid of him but i did not sink under my torments i felt the same horrible anticipation the poor are generous with their things knowledge of nature is only half the task he kept looking at me with bright beady eyes i was down on the program for one number you know i’m absurdly in love knowledge of nature will only take you so far here you are at last! i am down for only one number what did i come here for? “i blame no one… i take full responsibility” ignorance is a frail base for virtue i walked the streets until it began to rain i was hopelessly in love he kept his bright beady eyes on me the whole time the temptation was too strong they were all afraid of him their ignorance did not protect them and the temptation was too strong sources: the time machine, by h g wells; the island of dr moreau, by h g wells; “a haunted house” by virginia woolf; three lives, by gertrude stein; the thirty-nine steps, by john buchan; “the black monk”, by anton chekhov; confessions of an english opium-eater, by thomas de quincey; rasselas, by samuel johnson; ”the dilettante”, by edith wharton; a vindication of the rights of women, by mary wollstonecraft; autobiography of an ex-colored man, by james weldon johnson; up from slavery, by booker t washington; adventures of tom sawyer, by mark twain