Brian Celio

When I left high school with my diploma, it felt like I was holding a key that would unlock the door to a better world. Every teacher I passed on my way down to the parking lot__he ones who suspended me for questioning them both earnestly and in jest, suspended me for using a contumacious hip-shake as my hallway gait, suspended me for me being me__he ones who would roll their eyes if my behavior was, on the whole, unpatriotic, unjustified, and immature__ell, on the way down that long black declivity, their faces seemed so contorted as if lurking shadows had vice grips locked on their kidneys, wrenching it every time a teacher didn't want to remain upright and respectful. Yes, they didn__ want to me to succeed either! I pledge allegiance to the flag that united every authority in that indefensible school looked at me, even treated me, as if I was a terrorist, or at the very least, unpatriotic. But God__idn__ the red blood, white skin, and blue balls that flagged my physical existence suffice for me to have a little liberty and justice?

Fire is no laughing matter. In a drunken attempt to appear womanly, my neighbor tried to burn her pubes off when she was fifteen, but it hurt too much to get it completely smooth. My friend had sex with her two years later and said her clit looked like a chestnut. I__e been pro-bush ever since.

As much as it hurts, I would rather miss someone than hit someone.

History, lie of our lives, mire of our loins. Our sins, our souls. Hiss-tih-ree: the tip of the pen taking a trip of three steps (with one glide) down the chronicle to trap a slick, sibilant character. Hiss. (Ss.) Tih. Ree.He was a pig, a plain pig, in the morning, standing five feet ten on one hoof. He was a pig in slacks. He was a pig in school. He was a pig on the dotted line. But in my eyes it__ always the ones signing dotted lines that become pigs.Did this pig have a precursor? He did, indeed he did. In point of fact, dating all the way back to the Biblical Age. Oh where? About everywhere you look there's pigs giving that fancy ol_ snake a chase. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can always count on a fuckin_ pretentious sarcastican for a fancy prose style.

I wish my nose would blow me for once.

Some people put up a peace sign with one hand. Some people put up the middle finger instead. I use two hands and put up both.

A government full of Democrats would rather have you be a Republican, and a government full of Republicans would rather have you be a Democrat, than have you oppose both.

I'll take a redrum with a rellik please.

Individuality or Unity? I say there's room for both.

I watch what I eat every day. I mean, who actually eats with their eyes closed?

Just because you're scarred for life doesn't mean you should be scared to live.

What's love if not the thing you'll do anything and everything to get back once lost? What's hate if not the thing you'll do anything and everything to get rid of once found?