Tag: life
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Potato Peeler
Ridiculous how some things can go, can move and flow, one thing after another like plasma. Ridiculous. One cortado leads to another cortado, one rye leads to another rye, a simple flow of events that, once you step back enough to get the bigger picture, you can see a smorgasbord of things. Of amazing things,…
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Butter Gone Rancid
Every time one of them talks, I get the creeping sensation that I am that much closer to an ear infection. The weather is the typical catalyst for unnecessary babble, but it could also be other perceptibly negligible details. Household pets, special cookies being made, the state of the world. When did the world become…
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Done With All My Thrashing
And all in a hurry in front of your averted eyes – life. Teeming life. Fish in the sea, people on the sidewalk, cars on the road pushing and pulling, yanking and relinquishing. Weird time to be alive. And the day has only just begun. What was it Tomas said about the way people and…
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The Face of Vanity in a Sea of Mediocrity
I find it almost impossible to believe that no one wants to pay tribute to the beauty and the majesty that is “me”. No one is rushing up to shower me in gold coins and chocolates and rose petals. How is this even possible? I am clearly one of the finer specimens of the human…
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The Horrible and Ungodly Petrol Accident of ’94
We learn every time we come close to fucking at all up. We definitely learn every time we completely fuck it all up, that much is certain, but I think people underestimate how much we learn from the close calls, the “holy moly, that was close” episodes. Every time we almost fuck up, an angel…
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Mr. Finewine
Give it up for the man of the hour, Mr. Finewine! Clap clap clap, clap clap clap clap. Bow this way, bow that way, bow the other way, bow all the other which way. My fine furry friends, I thank you for hosting me on this most auspicious of days. It is a day of…
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Philly Haysoos
It was an unbecoming fact that living short of dying was no way for Philly to live, was no way Philly wanted to live anyways. Philly had something else in mind, something a little less morose. Grab, move, make and keep your being. Keep it sacred for as long as you can while mixing spirits…
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Mary at the Docks
Days by tinted windows, nights by candlelight and car radios. And if it’s moving, well of course it’s moving, that’s the central point. And if it’s a diatribe, well of course it’s a diatribe, that’s the secondary point. And if good fortune has you in a vulnerable position with your pants, uh, metaphorically down, well…
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Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Monday. Deluge. Oh dear oh dear. Oh day of days. It’s another Monday, isn’t it. It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring. It’s a deluge out there. Rain falling down and great streaks, slanted lines and fierce, icy droplets. Just below freezing temperature – only just. Cup of lukewarm water with the herbal…
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Nine Bodies on the Floor
I counted the bodies on the floor, and it was actually a lower number than I would have expected. Enough pings had gone off and enough interference had ripped through the central stage that I was expecting it to at least be in the double digits. But no, more had gotten away than either Steven…
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