Les Incorrigibles

29/09/2014

Trophy Wife

It’s going to be a competition to see who cares less. It’s going to be a competition, and I’m telling you right now, I’m going to win it. “What’s up?” you’ll ask. “Nothin,” I’ll answer. I won’t even bother finishing the word, nevermind correcting the contraction with an apostrophe. I’ll care too little for syntax.…

23/09/2014

Les pissenlits

Par Mali Navia Je me souviens du temps où tu avais des draps toujours sales, des mouches à fruits plein l’évier et des cendriers en pots de terre cuite pas lavés. Je me souviens d’à quel point j’étais insouciante. On était tellement beaux, assis par terre pour manger parce que tu venais d’arriver dans la…

09/07/2014

The Audition

by Ajay Hoffer-Holobow, guest writer “I’d hurt you too,” he says, smacking his ass, grabbing hold of strange flesh. “Ain’t that right, chief?” Two to his one, it wouldn’t be a fair fight. Still, he flashes a grin. For a runaway, his clothes are remarkably unmolested: skinny jeans, a KISS t-shirt and a denim vest–not…

07/07/2014

Fatalista

J’ai la pensée fataliste. Je suis à vélo. J’imagine le pire. Je vais vite, les autos traversent de tous bords tous côtés. Ce soir je me sens téméraire. Je suis un peu saoule aussi, ça aide la témérité. Je fonce, je pédale, je veux juste arriver chez moi et me fondre dans mon lit. D’un…

20/06/2014

Kill, Fuck or Marry: III

III: Kill Dear “45 million by 45”, Does that work? Take me to the women that works on. “I manage assets—hedge funds,” you said. “Hey, finally someone who can explain to me what that is!” You chuckled. “We’re investors on a really large scale. If you’ve got capital—and I mean, we’ve got capital—profit is essentially…

19/06/2014

Tu fais quoi ce soir?

Mali Navia / @malinavia C’est un de ces soirs ou la vie manque d’action. Mais je n’ai pas envie d’être ailleurs pour autant. Ce n’est pas toujours une question de s’envoler. Parfois, c’est une question de ce qui se passe à l’horizontale. Là, tout de suite, je veux que ça aille plus vite. Parlant d’horizontal,…

18/06/2014

Kill, Fuck or Marry: II

II: Fuck To the Master of Physics, I got onto a bus, holding a guidebook and failing to look nonchalant about it. I was lost. “Do you need help–” you said, just as I was opening with, “Do you live around here?” You smiled warmly at me. I made a mental note to carry guidebooks…

16/06/2014

Kill, Fuck or Marry: I

I: Marry Dear Guy at Gate C-24, Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport, Wanna marry me? Judging by the way your head was lolling against that inflatable neck pillow just now, I’d say we’re perfectly compatible: you weren’t drooling, and I drool enough for two people. “I like sitting here with a boarding pass in hand,” I…

26/05/2014

The Road To Happiness

I’m thinking about a cliché I read recently which said, “What you’re doing when you’re procrastinating at work is probably what you should be working on.” Something lame like that, carved banally into a wooden board in some gift shop in Southern California, the kind of place you’re supposed to be enlightened but really you’re…

22/05/2014

Un collier de perles

Par Mali Navia – @malinavia Je ferme les yeux. Je suis dans ma maison. Je porte une robe jaune et des perles autour du cou comme ma sorcière bien-aimée. J’offre des virgin Pina Coladas à mes invités. Pas le choix, tout le monde conduit. Ce soir je ne conduirai pas, alors j’y mets du rhum…