October 2022
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Mindless
Jesus passed her a joint as they sat on a bench in a golden-green park like Oz far up in Heaven Continue reading
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The Laguna Bungle (Session 2)
The house was an orgiastic glory hole of shining metal and stunning stone, sharp lines, and tall windows. It had a mid-century centurion vibe to it, the slopes and angles of it crooning Albuquerque hipness. Continue reading
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The Laguna Bungle (Session 1)
Deep-seated dreams play in my head like an 8mm film. I can hear the monotonous whir of the projector. I can see the images flash across a square white screen tacked to the wall with screaming skull nails. Her heart spills out to me in black ink calligraphy a moment before I was running through… Continue reading
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The Coffeehouse Crapshoot
I was ready to smash things, and she was more than willing to just move on to a greater destination and not let our let down weigh us down. Continue reading
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A Tussle with a Tassel
I just kneeled before that hearth of red brick like a monk and watched it flame up, curl, and finally turn black and tumble to ash. Continue reading
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 8)
Why all this? he wondered to himself. Why is this place such an inhumane zoo? He just wanted to eat his lunch like everyone else. But then again, he could never be just like everyone else. Continue reading
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 7)
Veronica’s first instinct was to run downstairs and tell her brute of a father that there was a strange boy outside her window. But when she stopped and then realized the strange boy was Adam Longo, she went to the window and stared out at him through the relative safety of the glass. He looked… Continue reading
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Crock Potting in Serial Killer Forest (The First of Unknown)
I was never really the terrible one. I only wanted to be loved, but that never came. Instead, I only got a death wish. But that was then, and this is now, and now I’m flying a bush plane is Alaska. I’ve got a little place made of wood and river stones that sits near… Continue reading
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 6)
Adam Longo was still and quiet atop his perch at the abandoned Grainer Falls shoe factory. He was looking down upon the people surrounding the body. Some were squatted and taking photos. Others were scribbling notes and shaking their heads. Others still were talking on cell phones and with each other — dark whispers of… Continue reading
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