Farce
18 creative works found
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Tomorrow will be the tenth anniversary of my sobriety. / 10 years ago; I drew this. Almost to the DAY. I was drunk drunk DRUNK; I looked older than I do now. My eyes were yellow in the corners, my skin sickening in turn and colouring. Liver damage… jaundice HURTS… I had lost my license for three years; totalled my 1976 Honda civic. This also entailed the end of my job delivering pizzas. / I spent four hours a day on public transport, refusing to give up; to fail or bail on even one unit in my degree. Sweating glazed nauseous. / Yeh. / I was so lonely I would go and stand near other students. To be near someone. Anyone. / I was trying to be healthy, any way I could. I was a lot more heavily muscled from weights in those days. I dunno why they thought that was funny. They made fun of me a lot. I smiled sick. Took it. I don’t think I replied in those years before I quit. I don’t know. But I don’t think so. I can’t remember… and i can’t imagine it now. / I Stuttered. I stood still. Stayed. / After I sobered up I couldn’t believe that I didn’t feel sick all the time. I would get a shock every morning… I am NOT in physical PAIN? / And there were more gifts. After two months my face had completely changed shape. The subcutaneous fluid retention – the swollen cheek and uncertain jaw – the bicycle tire of tummy that had plagued my thousands of workouts. They were gone. I aged backwards, fast. / And I craved. / After three months, sudden colour surged fiercely bright to my startled, clear eyes. So BRIGHT! The wild saturated breaking point of surreal. Verdant and intense, so intense. / I swear at that moment. I could hear a low buzzing and hissing from the colour; in sibilant, sympathetic resonance… synesthesia? Nah. Shock. I stared. I stared. When I came back, sober, for the final year of my degree… I remember the nastiest of the girls who had ridiculed me stalked up to me with her coterie already giggling in anticipation. They were ak carefully so carefully dressed and rehearsed; each one. / ‘Oh look it’s – ’ she began, her full pretty lips curling as she pointed to my crotch. Her voice gaining volume as she warmed to one of her favourite impotence jokes. / ‘WOAH!’ I said, jumping out of my seat and knocking it over. / ‘WOAH! Crystal! You look SO MUCH like Ricky Lake! Woah… Christ. I am so sorry… So sorry.’ I patted her arm and turned away, biting a knuckle. She really did look like Ricky Lake. And I really had not noticed until that point. / She said nothing, her mouth open. She looked like a still of Ricky in Indy punk parody. / The coterie cackled… ‘Oh gawd Crystal someone else noticed!’ a goth sweating in her blacks and face paint hiccupped after her bray of laughter. / ‘You c*t.’ Crystal hissed to me. / Three months later I found myself in bed with her. Had I learned nothing? I craved. I fantasised… the perfect drink, the mania returning. Sweet succulent forgiveness. An absolution of numbness. A raw promise in a few drops. / The welcome of the sharp ethanol BITE. (“A hundred thousand welcomes! I could weep and I could laugh! I am light and heavy. Welcome!” – Shakespeare. I don’t think he meant a DRINK somehow.) I crave. I still crave. Sometimes. That warmth. / The guilt teased slowly outwards warmed and fooled… etiolated. / And, for that doomed moment, bearable. / At times, I ache for it. Nights that are hard and long. Sporadic; brutal want. / Still. / Yes.
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... ok , so I couldnt help myself … ya all know she had one of them right ? or am I the only one that thought that ….. hmmm I have a funny feeling this wont get featured on the home page anytime soon :) lol .. but I thought it was funny :) / hope you do too detail / /
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ok , so here’s the first addition to my Art Gallery here on Red Bubble . I have to admit , when I first did the Moses character , I thought it was hilarious, then…... when i had the idea of the Gentlemen’s Club , I thought it was hysterical ….. it wasn’t until AFTER I thought of the name of the club , and made the sign for it , did I realize the extra implications … then I have ot admit , I almost fell outta my chair laughing so hard … ( yes , I know … I have issues ) . I hope this tongue in cheek renditon is taken well by all ( ok at least a few of you ) , believe it or not , it really is meant to just be funny , and in no way offensive ...hopefully I didn’t miss the mark too much !
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comments that PISS ME OFF
by pauldrobertsonI AM a master. ARE YOU?
i wonder how i can be of the same species when we do not share planets
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The latest episode -
by Mel BrackstoneAndrew Walker has added the latest episode to his RedBubble epic...
Andrew Walker has added the latest episode to his RedBubble epic Don’t forget to have a look at the latest goings on!
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Understand
by VulcanUnderstanding is like a fountain of life / for those who have it, / Deliverance is like magic,
Abstract or not / Moksh is the hindi word meaning liberation or salvation
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Find
by VulcanThey say words deceive, / So now I am scared to write, / But then again, / Reality has nothing to do with what you perceive,
Ricknight- Find
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A shirt for my Colombian friends. End the war.
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no-one sees Him rollin’, they hatin’. patrolling, they tryin to catch Him ridin’ dirty.. but in all seriousness God is a pimp.
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The Plot Thickens Featuring Mistaken Identity
by bchrisdesignsWhat story am I?
This is a classic farce. I love the Amanda Bynes version too. I have decided to approach this challenge in a different way than most. I am trying to make my entries a reverse challenge to the reader by asking them to guess what story my plot summary is about. / CREATION INFORMATION Medium: Writing – Flash Fiction, Summary. Tools: Microsoft Word, My Brain/Imagination, and this book. Topic: Summary. / BUBBLE HISTORY 07/24/08 – Entry to Flash Fiction’s July 2nd Challenge
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by grubbanaxblah blah blah
shameless self-promotion
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go here have a squizz and buy some..:P Man Boobs http://www.redbubble.com/people/grubbanax/clothing/660711-1-manboobs#comment-2514003
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I'll be waiting for you, just so i can say goodbye
by falsehopei take a few of your things / your giant t-shirt i wear after our passions clash / and leave us numb to the skin
a break up
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Collage assembled from images discovered with Google. A homage to Duchamp
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Old geeser flying a jet.
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Hermano, no tengas miedo
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Colombiano Latino y Caliente…
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