October 2011
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“Things quiet down after one o’clock. The corner newsboys, some of them over fifty, speak sadly of the horses, and the small fortunes they would have made if they had played their own hunches instead of the suggestions of their sincere but annoying friends. Monday’s paper is about Cuba and a murder somewhere. The real news isn’t in Monday’s paper. It won’t...
neither jars nor willing hands.
the subject of preparation rouses itself in wait of a train which should have arrived eight minutes ago. she is thinking about her day, what of it. it was just another day but she knows he will ask and will not be satisfied to hear it oblique as all the others crowding toward friday. in the getting to know you process they always want to know about your day and know in the way actual listening...
m. to begin construction of this box, i will need to extract from you one (1) address for which electronic litter can be collected and disposed without much suspicion. once i have secured this, i can begin tinkering with the machine and a variety of...
July 2011
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“i guess not. the only film he has is listed as abusive porn and his only...”
Watchowenellis:
for the past year i’ve worked at an italian restaurant, i befriended a woman named Karen who has multiple sclerosis and is wheelchair bound. she’s 50 years old, which is amazing that she managed to live that long, and has never been involved with a man before.
she’d always come in the nights i was working and get drunk off two glasses of wine which she drank out of a straw. she’d...
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buried milk
“hey, i’m just going to go ahead and leave this unlocked for right now, lady.” emmett leans in from the porch through the most unseemly window, shards and cobwebs staining his britches from the uncommon stance. “it feels better this way, lady. i won’t be long and when i return, i promise we’ll have zucchini for days.” emmett is calling to simone, or this...
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advice.
“hey, sorry, it’s just your mom. can i come in?
well, it’s just that i—-who told you that you can’t be a clown forever?
no, really. c’mon, don’t look down there. you haven’t cared about your shoes before. why start now?
look at me. i bet it was that everett, wasn’t it? you will never BELIEVE what his mother said to me at church last...
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drunk people give the best chat.
charlesleeray666 6:26 PM he would complaim about ni air. so i smashed my face instead and thats a different conversation point\\ made a beautiful knot already now it just needs to pop and then evenfooting again
swankybarber 6:30 PM maybe i’ll understand this story at some point when you’re sober?
charlesleeray666 6:32 PM i am sober. i hsve to drive somwone to...
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“yet one resident phantom, reputed to be a child that flits past windows and...”
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June 2011
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leagues beneath the sea, peter (in progress)
“Hello, adventure, as promised, here is the pic of you and yours. I actually only took two of you and this one is simply better lit. There are, I think, a few in which you’re floating through a sea of arms and zombie-like dance induced half- grins, but you’re going to have to wait until the end of time to see those as it is a rare occurrence for anyone to peer inside the depths...
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the shallow depths.
“you must understand, i didn’t mean to call you from up there. i’m not even sure how it happened. there i was gingerly eating a crumb of key lime puff and lighting a very borrowed thin line of tobacco, and before i knew it the coral wave of sunset crawling down behind the two telescopes had me blindly batting your number into the phone before i could scrape the inner scolding...
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