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She sold bottles of happiness at the marketplace. She woke up at dawn every morning to capture rays of happiness in the air. She would jump and let her fingers thread through each ray before sorting them into bottles. She always added a red ribbon to the tops of each…
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So the beautiful old men fill her days. Their beauty comes from their gentleness, their quiet voices, the way they sit so still, hour by hour, causing no harm, giving a sense of peace and complete good-will.
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Still he fears me. Rightfully so.
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2300 hours is a peculiar time. It’s the end of the middle shift. #2. People who work the middle are stuck in between life and somnambulism.
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The bedroom was still as our conversation dissolved into a heavy silence broken only by the ticking of the clock on her night table and the occasional sob that hadn't yet been swallowed in her pillow. I stubbed out my cigarette and leaned forward in…
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This was looking down from what we know as The Grassy Knoll.
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Headlights shot the cars in front and I imagined the beams were a single beam, like long light-skewers piercing through a car-kebob.
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My heart has been steadily beating for thirty years, perfunctorily pumping and oxygenating my blood. Purely functional, a muscle contracting. Not once has it hesitated, taking a breath for itself, recognizing its like in another.
And I was married for
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Timmy takes off the wolf mask to get a better look at the blood coming out of the puncture wounds on the body's hands and feet, barbed wire as a crown of thorns on the body's head.
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We kidnap mothers of all sorts: old mothers, single mothers, young mothers (rarely), but we never do it for ransom. As a society we are adamantly opposed to the use of violence. Our mission is to remove mothers from environments they are not appreciated in, whether by their…
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"Excuse me, ma'am? You wanted the mayonnaise on the side, right?"No one ever called her ma'am again.
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. . . and the last thing you’ll smell will be new-cut pine.
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[...] a population so conspicuous in their compromise they fail to see the nakedness of their condition.
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If you want full dramatization, read a novel.
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“This horrible street. I hate this neighborhood,” she cursed.
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