Weirdness
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Fake Plastic People Do Harm
An empty Coke bottle sits on a worn, brown Formica table in a restaurant booth. The resting back and seat padding of the booth is a sickly mustard color. A half-used plastic bottle of generic brand ketchup sits at the table’s edge along with a silver napkin holder, a miniature silo of sugar, salt and… Continue reading
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The Sour Scarecrow
A dark day rises gallantly toward the sun. Love is tattooed on the skin of beckoning stars. Red huts line the perimeter of the crater. Down in the belly is where they grow worship plants. The royalty ships float above, the strong hulls crush the air, the flamboyant sails unfurl ahead of the breeze of… Continue reading
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This Ludicrous Life
The electric teeth motorcar humming on a vibe vine in West Hollywoodland and the nails of Dracula scratch at the sides of a red streetcar while people are trying to read. Continue reading
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Ms. Grundy and the Bone Ghosts (4)
Allison Grundy stood in her front yard behind the safety of a white-picket fence and a grouchy demeanor. She had binoculars set against her sour face and she was watching the chorus of children playing out in the street and the neighboring yards. The song of stimulating play played up and down the roadway. “Damn,… Continue reading
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The Liquid Lust of an Ordinary Day (1)
Rose stopped and turned to look back at him. He wasn’t bad, she thought. He was maybe about 20 years younger, dark hair, a warm Latino sheen, soft eyes the color of newly born mud after a warm rain in the desert. Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 10
“My, my, Melba,” Pastor Stikk said. “I can certainly see where Carrie gets her delicious beauty from. My God, if you were an ice cream cone, I’d lick you all over.” His laugh that followed was boisterous and sickly. Continue reading
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The Harmonious Calliope Fortune Machine
But then again, maybe she’ll get gunned down in the cafeteria just as she’s about to dig into her fruit cup. Where are the peaches for justice? Continue reading
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The Potion Maker
She smiled. She had big teeth that sat like aging tombstones losing their footing on the well-wormed ground of a spooky cemetery. Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 4
“These are my best ones,” he said, and he leaned forward and spoke quietly even though he didn’t need to because the shop was otherwise empty. “What color were you looking to paint these bastards’ mouths with? Huh?” Continue reading
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The Infinity of Gilligan, Godzilla, and Gruyere
Monster Magnet is playing the song Space Lord as they ride a green comet around the planet. Continue reading
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