H
is for Humanistic

G
is for Greatness

F
is for Fornication

E
is for Entry

D
is for Diaspora

C
is for Calamity

B
is for Barricade

The Anthony G. Saldana Memorial Sanatorium
Presents: The Alphabet

A
is for Automatic

ok, it was sketchy there for a while, but im ok now. no longer dead. thats good. anyway, well see what the people in my creative writting class think of "harold in numbers (1-10)" they peobably wont like it, but hey, thats their problem. thats all for now. war out. ( get it? its not PEACE out, its WAR out...cause we're at war now. funny huh? yeah..........)

Harold in Numbers (1-10)

One.
One is staring at me from across the table, he turns and looks at
Two.
Two is entering through every door and doesn’t close them. A draft is coming in, along with
Three.
Three is around somewhere but I can’t see but I can feel and I can feel
Four.
Four is coming around a corner is peeking around a corner is trying to catch a glimpse a view of
Five.
Five is chasing six but six has already caught up with seven and together with eight they will try and make a stand to defend against nine but nine is already in me and is seeing out through my eyes even though I can’t nine sees
Ten.
Ten is stealing my memory.

THE PERSON WHO MAINTAINED THIS BLOG HAS DIED.
GO AWAY

I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF ALL THE GODDAMN POT JOKES!!

In my creative writing class, we’ve moved onto poetry and today the class critiqued my first poem. It was “Mechanical Fruit” to refresh your memory, here it is:

MECHANICAL FRUIT

What a sight it was
to see an orange with metal legs
run all around.
It ran up the walls
and onto the ceiling.
It scurried across the floor with incredible speed.
You said you invented it
to keep you company,
although I don’t know how well that will work,
because it’s just an orange.

So now, because I can and because my ego demands it, I thought I’d share what some people said about my poem. (I am not kidding, these are the actual things people wrote down and gave to me as part of the critique process)
1. I’m not sure what this poem is talking about…
2. This poem fucking rocks.
3. Is this a metaphor? I just didn’t get it.
4. It made me smile but it also has a lot of meaning and power to it. Brilliant!
5. Awesome!
6. I very much get the sense of someone alone in a dark room.
7. I like the set up, and the use of the orange to show the futile need of the inventor.
8. Interesting concept, but it feels too dry and straightforward to be poetry. I would use more metaphor. Good luck.
9. It’s fascinating
10. (this is what my teacher wrote): You have a talent for transposing real events and feelings into surreal terms – then pulling them away to reveal “just an orange,” and the real issue of what will keep this person company. It’s a strange and surprising trick – keep doing it.

not to be outdone, jared the monkey secretly plants itching powder in curious georges' underpants.

so i'm 21 now. yay. now i can drink alcoholic drinks. yay. i feel so special. no i don't. damn

The Sanatorium presents a Poem written in conjunction with Saldana Comma Teresa G.

Inner Aardvark

One day
You buy boba drink.
Give you happy smile.
You choke on boba goodness
DEATH!!!