January 2012
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Conspiracy to Live
Everything in this room is asymmetrical. Everything. The refrigerator doesn’t compliment the dirty dishes and the stove is beginning to become restless, the rust has over taken the metal on the burner and I’m sure that it’s given me some sort of disease, maybe gangrene or herpes. I’m not sure who that rust has been with over the years. The walls crackle and shift with touch, and began to close...
Literary Insightfully Analytical Nonsense
“Honey, Dollface, Bird, Love.?” I sat up and lightly tapped Alison’s shoulder. “I just had the most peculiar dream.”
Alison sat up and gave me the look that always follows that sentence. A word of advice, unless the dream involves the second party no one cares to hear of it. Even then only if you are killing, maiming or screwing said party.
“Yes”
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An Increasingly Accurate Display of Impending Doom...
Rachel and Stephen were sitting at their dining room table. Stephen was resting the weight of a Colt revolver on the glass top. “I’ve tried this world, I really have, it’s been pleasant at times, but for the most part I’ve struggled: I’ve struggled to get out of bed, struggled to go to sleep, hell last night I was constipated. I can’t even shit without a fight in this world.”
“We all struggle...
