Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Secret Gay Clubs


Are not to be found

On this site.

(Brothel 404!)

This is The LITERARY Brothel.

So please stop coming here

In search of brothels.

Las Vegas Brothels

Los Angeles Brothels

Gay Brothels

Straight Brothels

Hidden Brothels

Legal Brothels

The only kind of brothel around here

Are ones with words.

Sheesh.

!

-

.

Well...

Since you're here.

Have a look around!

We do some creative writing

And when we don't feel like writing

We analyze the keyword patterns

That bring people to the site

And write things

That look like poems

But are more like rants.

Seriously.



-TLB

Friday, July 25, 2008

The Internet makes you dizzy and disoriented


THE INTERNET MAKES YOU DIZZY AND DISORIENTED
by Klaus Varley

I've spent the last fifteen minutes on the Internet, not looking for what I came online to find. (The hours the rec pool is open. These things are important.)

But I'm not going to look just yet.

Instead, I check out statistics on The Brothel, realize that the Kill Bill piece is WAY too long, and think I need to write something to bury it.

Maybe a piece about procrastination.

Damn, what did I come on the Internet to do?

Oh yeah, pool hours.

But that seems lame.

I'm just going to write a little bit.

Just a little bit.

Then look for pool hours.

...

Okay, that's a little bit.

Stop writing now, Klaus.

Look for the hours.

Look for the hours.

You're writing.

Not looking for pool hours.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Not yet.

...

Okay, now.

...

After I sign this.

And check my email.

Just one more time.

-KV
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