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Natalie blushed the vodka with an almost pointless twist of the fruit juice as I fought in my inside jacket pocket for my wallet...

I'll be the first to admit that there's something wrong with me, something off-kilter, something in my brain that's a radical contradiction to the sum of my outward appearance.

it is said to make your manliness last forever

no place to be

Everybody's out to get me. They follow me in their cars, but never visit me at home. I won't find out they love me till I'm dead. If I had a time machine I would go back and rescue Emily Dickinson. These are just a few of the interestingfacts.…

In the morning after a cup of black coffee, she decided she was hungry and opted for the leftover egg roll and dumplings from the previous night. She looks for the chopsticks sticking out with the rest of the utensils and picks up the last of the dumplings and places it…

what-ta-hell, fuck this he snorts brushing the dust from his shoulders

I think he viewed Communion as an act of hygiene that allowed him to go on being fiery and self-determined.

He calls me Mr. Only. "He" is an older guy I know at the supermarket where I like to shop. He sometimes will dish me out half a pound of cole slaw or potato salad. I don't have an enormous appetite.

“Attention, Shoppers,” the loudspeaker announced. “Yes, it’s that time of the month and Moonlight Madness has officially begun.” The manager of toys came sprinting into the warehouse behind the store. He wa

mask refusal

I am wealthy wealthy wealthy look at me.

And then, one fateful day, the world ran out of ideas. The last one was gone, floating away like a balloon full of the helium we had already squandered.

The absence sits on the window sillIt looks like the tree growing in front of itlimbs long and crookedwretched clocktime passes like torn silkShe sits at the mirror looking past thingsHer TV blasts the newsconfront the questionCovid -19 The vaccinationTrump is…

I sensed someone approaching. She was wearing a big hat and she was smoking a cigarette from a holder.'Can't smoke in here, Ma'm. Sorry, but....''Oh, could you please come outside for a moment?''Sorry can't leave my station, Ma'm..''Oh, but you can.'I looked around, but I…

the drive-ins now are dead and gone / where once we laught through splatter films: / our screens too small, our horrors do not fit— / no monumental screens are left, / no close-ups show us what we think we fear.