Garbage

If garbage didn't go in a can, where would it go? I would put my garbage randomly around my apartment, but then arrange it so I could use it.

Maybe a Beginning (read: middle, end, etc.)

After a shot rang out and Eddie's forehead leaked something red, something red...she couldn't place it...and his eyes rolled up as if floating to the surface of some invisible body of water...and he slumped...she couldn't place it...Jane continued to describe all the minute flavors of her tea, very confused now, but maintaining the decorum as if she had stepped into the middle of the highway and it was the swerving, horn-blaring, tire-ripping, metal-crunching, automotive tonnage hurtling towards her that she addressed with the details of her tea. It was not until nearly three minutes after her teacup had fallen and shattered, bits of century-old porcelain and puddled brown water on her wood floor that she heard the shot.

Things that are sharp

Lots of things are sharp; tiredness, awakeness, ice sculptures of lonely people, combusting lonely people (though hardly spontaneous), lines on dark roads, dark on lined roads, hollowness (though hardly spontaneous), fifty-seven mile-per-hour tire hums, the smile of a guitar neck though I bet you never saw it and thought of it as straight-faced though you'd be sad to find out you were wrong, the translucent skin of a window through which you hear the young heartbeat of an old 3 a.m. city, the memory of summer's coast pyrotechnics and the echo of bang along the wall of your inner-ear and gunpowder mist tickling your nostril at the salty outstretched hand of an ocean's shore somewhere you grew up too fast or didn't grow up at all or grew just enough to watch the salty shore betray you, good china, Hải Ninh at the Chinese border and at the border of a salty shore like yours, duck quack, a mirror's tempo, a mirror's gait, a mirror's swagger, a mirror's polite shared glance in public, a mirror's private brick-powder stare, a mirror you can't see into, a mirror you can see right through, a mirror that remains in one piece, a collection of many jagged mirrors, the opposite of stars, what happens to stars when they have been sad for a long time, what one wishes for upon a blue giant versus what one wishes for upon a red dwarf, biting wind, swallowing softness in the center of her palm, vows, fighting (for, against), the smile of a guitar neck you will never see it if you yourself aren't melting along the edge, melting, but shaped by the edge, angled, and always sharp, angled, so that you cannot turn your neck to see what dull things have been cut, yet you are cutting them, and melting, and there comes a time when the dull things will realize that to not be cut is to deny sharpness, and to deny sharpness is to not be cut.

A definition

love
    Show Spelled [luhv] noun, verb,loved, lov·ing.

–noun
1. protective railing, as along a road or stairway.

2. a rail laid parallel to a track to prevent derailment or to keep derailed rolling stock from leaving the roadbed.

-verb
1. to execute or put to death with a bullet: to be shot at sunrise.

2. an act or instance of exploding; a violent expansion or bursting with noise, as of gunpowder or a boiler (opposed to implosion).

—Synonyms
1. smash, level, waste, ravage, devastate. Destroy, demolish, raze imply reducing a thing to uselessness. To destroy is to reduce something to nothingness or to take away its powers and functions so that restoration is impossible: Fire destroys a building. Disease destroys tissues. To demolish is to destroy something organized or structured: to demolish a machine. To raze is to level down to the ground: to raze a fortress. 2. extirpate, annihilate, uproot.

—Idiom
catch fire,
a.Also, catch on fire. to become ignited; burn: The sofa caught fire from a lighted cigarette.

Origin:
bef. 900; ME sterre, OE steorra; c. OHG sterra; akin to OHG sterno, ON stjarna, Goth stairno, L stella, Gk astḗr, Skt stṛ

A Moment of Irony

Jeremy let a harsh breath from his nose, amused at the irony. What a goddamn tool this Freddy is, he thought. Mister big-shot tough-guy wise-ass. Mister slick. Let him go on about it, take his time; tell them all how many he's killed and how many years he wormed out of with his big-shot tough-guy wise-ass lawyer, slick to the heels in Louisiana gator skin. Let him try to tell it through a throat-hole Jeremy's grandaddy's revolver would give him in just a few minutes now.

Summer of Love

Afternoon is a time when the axes cut in shadows, pendulum, slow, the sun's gaudy execution of smoldered cement. What they call the sweet release of death is, as the roads might tell you, as cool as a lemonade's summer sweat, but swift, also. So swift, in a moment the cracked and boiling roads forget to die and burn alive. But for this we forgive them, because we love to be going, and it is our shadows which kill.

A Timeline.

After is comes was but not before is not.