By mrobins71 All the years of building a persona. All the years of constructing a character. All the laborious Saturday nights, alone, with bottles and stacks of books and music and films gathered from the library. Obscure stuff, of course. Edgy stuff. Artsy and avant-garde stuff that nobody but me, I imagined, knew about. By… Leer más Goodbye, Persona
The genius of a fool is self-evident to half of his kind. To all others, his genius is the apparent prattling of a fool. To all those who follow, their fool’s wisdom is genuine wealth. To all others, it is Fool’s Gold. Sometimes the genius of the exalted fool is pyrite. For the other set… Leer más Pyrite
By mrobins Keep telling yourself, “I’m not ready for the glue factory. Not yet.” Have reasons to live. Give yourself reasons to live. Have a better reason for living than just bitching about how hard it is to live. Have reasons for getting out of bed every day. Have real reasons – not petty, made-up… Leer más Glue Factory
Selena Gomez Selena Gomez I knew Del would talk about winning the lottery. He’s old. He can barely walk. He’s illiterate and poor as a cockroach, so every time we’re together he goes into his fantasy about winning the lottery. In his fantasy of winning tens-of-millions in the lottery, he hires the most beautiful women… Leer más #stories
By mRobins Judge not the sheep with claws and fangs like a wolf. Judge not the sheep that stalks the herd. Judge not the sheep with bloodstains in its wool. Judge not the bloody sheep pleading its innocence. Judge not the sheep with claws and fangs who claims – even believes – it is a… Leer más A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
8 Miles I’d listened to his bullshit for over an hour. The dumbest, dullest, most boring bullshit that only an equally boring dullard might take any pleasure in. Listening to a branch creak in the wind, a root spread or a pipe drip would have been a better way to spend the hour. The same… Leer más 8 Miles
By MRobins Steady Diet of Hope Offering the benefit of doubt, I try to reconcile your lack of common decency with some form of decency. Giving you the benefit of doubt, I play fast and loose with what common decency might be. Maybe there’s something about decency I don’t understand. I’m neither Jesus nor Aristotle,… Leer más Steady Diet of Hope
Fair Exchange The handyman came when he said he’d come. He came and painted the main bedroom. Half way through the work, she offered him a cold soft drink. He accepted, thanking her. As he worked, she asked him about his other jobs. She asked him about his wife and children and where they lived… Leer más Fair Exchange by M Robins
Midlife Crisis My midlife crisis began with my illness. My illness set me back. My illness reflected my mortality back at me. I recovered, but it wasn’t easy. My condition was a reminder that I was no longer so young and invincible. I recovered from my illness. I recovered to return to a job I… Leer más Midlife Crisis by MRobins
For his birthday he wanted Golden Corral, so I drove 30 minutes in the rain to one of the only 2 Golden Corrals still open. He’d talked for weeks about the meatloaf at Golden Corral. He even called to ask me for Golden Corral’s number. I asked him, “Why?”, since he had no way of… Leer más Lottery & Meatloaf by M Robins
I grew up on Little Golden Books. I was raised on Little Golden Books. I was a child and very proud of myself for having learned how to read. I was so proud of myself when I finished reading my first Little Golden Book without my mother’s help. The first book I read by myself… Leer más Little Golden Books
Sometimes, on dinner break, there’s nowhere to sit but too close to the TV. Tonight I had to sit too close to the TV. In our break room, there’s no turning the TV off. There’s no changing the channel. There’s no turning down the sound. Tonight, for the entirety of my break, I was exposed… Leer más Anxiety Porn by M Robins
Slaughterhouse The gore of the slaughterhouse drove him insane. The terror. The horror. The brutality. The blood. The entrails. The cries. The endless death. It all drove him insane. For a man of the slaughterhouse, it is common to return home with black under the fingernails. The black of once crimson blood that can’t be… Leer más Slaughterhouse by M Robins
I awoke in the middle of a play that had already begun. I knew it was a play because we were on a stage. There was a large audience and lights and props. There were other actors on the stage dressed in costumes that made no sense unless we were in the middle of some… Leer más Production by mRobins
MRobins blog if it’s all in your mind then lay yourself on the steel tracks before a roaring locomotive if you want to live if it’s all in your mind don’t bother to love or even care in order to feel if it’s all in your mind don’t bother to think don’t even bother to… Leer más All in Your Mind by M Robins
Introducing a new Gobblers contributor today Mathew Robinson (blog to mrobins) . Welcome Mathew! – jre crivello editor. I peered deep into the burrow. The hole was black and nothing arose but its voice and the occasional glisten from its eyes. “What are you?” I asked. “A badger? Fox? Rabbit? Mole? Groundhog? A crab? A… Leer más The Burrow by Mathew Robinson
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