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Regardless of what the science is, I’m never the same person all the time. I am liquid. I am fluid.… Read more.
The Nomadic Mind I’m not sure if the woman in the pink bathrobe had just hired me to kill her… Read more.
The house was an orgiastic glory hole of shining metal and stunning stone, sharp lines, and tall windows. It had… Read more.
Deep-seated dreams play in my head like an 8mm film. I can hear the monotonous whir of the projector. I… Read more.
“Look, I’m a degenerate cokehead with a penchant for Swedish meatballs and sometimes I can be just plain mean. My… Read more.
When one is inside a living hell one begins to wonder if life really is hell and that we are… Read more.
I felt a Rikki Tikki Tavi ghost ship cut through my spleen as I walked across the lot and into… Read more.
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