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Fire needs oxy- oh, the nib broke off my pen. Ahh, now it’s spilling ink all over the page No matter, I suppose, ultimately that’s where the ink was going anyway.
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Part IPart II DIRECTION: We cut to Mr. Choi speaking with Dr. Lockie in the psychiatry office. DOCTOR: So you’re telling me, Mr. Choi, that you had a dream where everyone else had on different shoes, but you had on these, these fluffy ones that everyone has always worn? MR. CHOI: Yes doctor, well, no;…
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My mom and dad lived in a small house in Harpersville Alabama when I was born. I can remember snippets- the sharp edge of the concrete porch, the carpeted living room opening up the kitchen, a woman with red hair. She must be my mom. There’s no sense of motion or narrative, just snapshots. We…
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It’s been gone now for about fifteen years, but there used to be a door at the top of a set of three concrete stairs to a little stoop traced on two and a half sides with black painted twisted wrought iron rails at the edges. On either side of the door sat a chair…
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A little girl steps onto the subway to ride home alone for the very first time. She wears a disheveled school uniform, and an old man gives her his dark blue priority seat. She pulls a Rubik’s cube out of her backpack and inspects it. Minutes pass as the train goes from stop to stop.…
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I’m running through the Artist’s way, almost through week four. No reading allowed this week! I’m about halfway through Infinite Jest, and do 100 pages per week, so not reading has freed up a ton of time. To modernize the challenge,I’m also doing no YouTube and no podcasts. Headphones are for music (and zoom calls)…
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Leather shoes? Now there’s an idea. I suppose my kid would wear something like that for Halloween though, but I don’t have time for dress up or games.
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I assure you, your dreams were entirely under my control! We both sat right here in this very room, safe and sound.
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I’m running an intimate #TTRPG convention in #taipei this year. Come check it out if you’re around!
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Cold spotlight is shining on thebare dogwood at the far end of the emerald breathing lawn You’re saying my name over & overwhile faeries dance on the end of my cigarette The wind is blowing awaypedestrians, buildings, chunks of concreteand the only thing left in the material realm is me, this patch of ground, and…
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