Tag Archives: Jeffrey Park

Experimental Method

Journal Entry 03/05/11: At 8:23 a.m. this morning I amputated my toes. Were clearly serving no practical purpose, offensive to my sense of order. Found self experiencing strong feeling of liberation. Loss of blood minimal. Journal Entry 03/07/11: Phantom pains, … Continue reading

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Lingua Dei Morti

Having mastered French, German, Portuguese, Greek both ancient and modern and enough of Persian Farsi to get by in the marketplace he turned his not inconsiderable intellect to the only remaining challenge truly worthy of his efforts, namely the acquisition … Continue reading

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On Her Midnight Fiddle

On her midnight fiddle she played a medley of reels and riddles and broken tunes that shed a wave of ultraviolet particles, made a shiver come to life in the corner. Its approach went soft and deadly between her fingers, … Continue reading

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