Mr. Ian M. Belcurry

My name is Brian McElmurry. I like literature and skateboarding. My novella Rocket Man was recently published as an Ebook by Thought Catalog

The dog just stole the pen I was writing with when I went to go get more coffee. He had it behind the couch and I tried to “trade” it with him via treat, but he wasn’t having it and continued chewing it and ran into the bedroom and under the bed. There was a point I thought the pen may had hurt him, as he ran with it between small spaces but he was fine. I felt like crying mildly. I got it from him, once I moved the bed, and he had destroyed the tip completely, making it un-usable.

pantheraj:


"HELLO INFANT I AM BELUGA WHALE"

"YOU ALSO ARE BALD AND HAVE A BULBOUS FOREHEAD. LET US BE FRIENDS FORTHWITH."

pantheraj:

"HELLO INFANT I AM BELUGA WHALE"

"YOU ALSO ARE BALD AND HAVE A BULBOUS FOREHEAD. LET US BE FRIENDS FORTHWITH."

(via sweetinspiration-sv)

Franklyn parties!!

Full moon beer walk with Franklyn and bff

Tuesday Morning Bus Thoughts

I’m waiting for the bus, and my skin is itching because I haven’t been putting on lotion, even when my skin gets dry.

Having low self esteem, I often think people disapprove of me, or don’t even regard me, though I successfully ‘fooled’ myself for years into thinking I did have self esteem by telling jokes and making people laugh and talk about themselves, but I have recently realized I do have low self esteem.

I’m on the bus now and the morning sun is low over downtown like a cereal commercial, where its simultaneously Disney fantasy beauty but where my body wants to sleep forever.

I smelled a gas station flavored coffee and remember painting my dead grandparents condo in the desert when I was 19 with my brother, the bottom of the desert side of the mountain where the road meets Palm Springs and the wild flowers (huge wild spring flowers there; tourist trade for the old) grow and they filmed the beginning of the movie It’s a Mad, Mad World from the 60’s there on the steep windy road, coming down from Mt. San Jacinto, coming from Temecula, coming from bourgeois conservative suburbia.

I’m in Denver now and wake in the middle of the night for 2 hours often, or have repetitive dreams of compulsive thoughts, still on the bus, lower downtown, going to work and its Tuesday.