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Homage to Exhaustion

Amidst the eager planning of my peers, I am rapt, Wrapped in slow time. They preen and pick nervously at their tail feathers, while I bask comfortably in my aging fog, my low T. My eyes the dull haze of … Continue reading

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Beyond Awesome

We need to think of a new word to replace the road-weary “awesome” to express our adoration for cats that look like Hitler and babies just out of the womb. An old word may do as well – a retread, … Continue reading

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Stale Cigarettes

Breaking the seal of the motel room, I have trouble identifying the smell at first.       Like being in a bowling alley striped with incandescence and shadow.       Like being in the worn, Scotch pudding interior of the pushy realtor’s Chrysler Fifth … Continue reading

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