Category: Social Comm
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Deities of Decision
A black building with windows of orange light played sentinel over a dark blue river at dusk in a city I did not know. It may have been Riga, Latvia or Baku, Azerbaijan or maybe even Milwaukee, Wisconsin. There were other buildings, old buildings of red and sand-colored brick defaced by time and the scourge Read more
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Karen’s Volcanic Cakehole
The world is way bigger than you and your phone problems, Karen. Get your head out of your ass and take a look around. Read more
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (A Mexican moon)
Those barriers, those watch towers, those rows of razor wire are grim reminders of human selfishness, the God negative and gluttony, hypocritical pride and the suffering in its wake. Read more
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Reborn on the Fourth of the Flies
Kirby looked at the van parked in his driveway and nearly had to shield his eyes because it was so blaring in color and flare. “My God,” Kirby said. “Are we going to go drink and try to kill you in this thing?”View post to subscribe to site newsletter. Read more
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Bowie’s Buddha Waffle
I was lying in my bed looking at the white ceiling and listening to the sounds coming from the box fans we have in our room. Neither myself nor my wife can sleep without the sound of the fans. It’s been like that for a very, very long time. Dead silence is the devil. IView… Read more
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Sun of Dirt
Why is this world so dirty?why are the lumps playing King?I look around, look aroundcan’t see anythingcan’t avert my eyesto all the splashes of filththat survive Dirty walls and dirty streetsa laundromat full of dirty sheetsstained with all those lovers’ dreamshelpless infants, toddlers toodrinking from dirty bottleswith their dirty little mouthswet with the slobberof an Read more
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Have you heard of not peddling religious texts in a public library?
So, yes, yet again, I was at the damn public library trying to get some writing done. If you are familiar with my other library rants, you’ll know I always seem to run into some kind of trouble or annoying distraction at my local library. Well today was no different as some miniature Ralph Malph Read more
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Born on the Fourth of the Flies
In a pink and salty green desert town in one of the new states, adobe Spanish churches thrust their steeples heavenward, the tips vaporously scraping against the cold blue veil and its cotton-ball clouds glued there like a childhood art project about life. Down one of the hot, dry, and murderous streets named Olive, a Read more
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The End of a New Season
Our white-haired fathers are sending missiles to obliterate philosophies and the hungryView post to subscribe to site newsletter. Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 