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Cosmetic clouds reveal truth rightly: awkward alliteration

Phone Song

In the accompanying days and weeks, Torrence would sell everything he could, no money no problems as long as he got his fix. Incredibly, his wife did not know of the accident, did not know the source of his gnarly gait. She just assumed he was shooting for the bottom of the barrel, nothing easier [...]

Posted on June 18th, 2009 | Poetical Ramblings | Comments (0)

Critical Analysis Theory

Torrence and Zak sit cross-legged together on the front porch, alternatingly smoking and speaking, stoking and thinking, sinking deeper and deeper into the stone stope steps, stroking stronger and stronger the wisps of hair that wrought from their chins.

Posted on February 1st, 2009 | Thought Training | Comments (0)

Preview Patter

He lays down lying in the middle of the road, arms straddling the dividing lines, a pillow has been added to his routine and his head sits loftily gazing downward on the sky. He counts the thoughts in his head, the unique thoughts, discriminating each into clusters of fruit, he’s hungry for a blueberry, his [...]

Posted on January 31st, 2009 | Abe Absurdum | Comments (0)

An Ode to Women or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love You All, Part I

I remember once, I was kneeling behind the rocking chair hiding from Mark and Erin. We we’re playing that game that involved hiding and something else. I can’t remember. But I do remember listening to my mother as she chatted with a friend. They didn’t know I was there. Yada, yada, yada, mostly boring stuff [...]

Posted on May 2nd, 2006 | Long Lost | Comments (1)