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I toyed with the idea of suicide, then quickly cast it off. Death wouldn’t be interesting. Liberating, perhaps, but not interesting. I hadn’t yet lived enough to die.
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Outside a cafe in Paris a discarded bicycle leans against a street lamp. Years ago a man cycling home from work stopped for a coffee and there, by chance, met the love of his life.Under gray skies, the awning dripped a single wet chill down my collar. We had…
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Birds startled as the weapon whistled its Darwinian intent through air followed closely by odd, woman-sounding whoops that echoed over the deserted hunting ground.
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He lies like a dead deer across the hood of his bed.
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Yes, I once made webs, but I have changed.
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I don't know when it was I first stumbled across your blog. I know I definitely must've followed the link on your twitter profile, but how I found you in the first place, I have no idea. But fate works in mysterious ways, I suppose. I remember I then visited your blog every…
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"Fly, fly!" the children around the tiny table chimed in together laughing. The attendant immediately hushed them back to their coloring books.The newest addition, a little boy, was too shy to move an inch after being, unhappily and for the first time, seated among strange…
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We drove out to Pacific Palisades in his car--an orange Citroën--to pick up a rough cut print of Total Recall.You know last time I saw one of these was in '77 in Bucharest, I said.Really? Commies liked something other than Volgas?Shit Volgas. We had Ladas and Dacias 1300s.…
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There was something about the boy that made me uneasy. Maybe it was the reverse widow's peak on his forehead or the way he wiped away his snot with the back of his hand. It could have been his red flannel shirt that reminded me of the hillbillies from the mountain…
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We call this game the end of the world...
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It was only a slice of bread, but after ten days of field rations and the thin unleavened nan-e the Afghans ate, it tasted the way Jeremiah imagined manna might taste.
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Then I learned she was revealing all our sexcapades to this young priest.
Forgive me, father, I have sinned. We had sex outdoors against a tree in Wisconsin and the tree was blending with our act and becoming one with my back rubbing up against the bark
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The cold glazed ambivalence that abuses anyone interested in getting to know you.
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The aftermath of a lady's adultery.
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The otherness I slip off like a prophylactic saving humanity from a part of my self outliving me: the best remedy I've come up with to make the world a better place.
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