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Every so often, and it only ever happens in transit, I'll snap out of a daydream and get the distinct feeling, a sudden dread that I've been crying. Kind of like those dreams where you're out in public and suddenly realize you're wearing no pants. I can feel it in my face: swollen tongue, aching throat, burning cheeks ( Read more... ) -
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Spotlights, deadlights, parking lot brawls and ripped edges of forest against the sky tumble past for hours. I think I could learn to love trains, if their motion didn't make me so fucking miserable ( Read more... ) -
All I care is to smile in spite of it
For old time's sake, I guess, a list ( Read more... ) -
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About to meet a comic book hero. In the most literal sense I can think of. -
What happens if there's nothing left to collect?
I think I've got some kind of copy fatigue. Pretty straightforward: read so much till you're tired of it.
Thing is, I'm starting to see any kind of situation as something to remember, edit, evaluate. If you said hi to me tomorrow and told me what you planned to have for lunch, I'd try my best to set my head still and read what you were saying as ( Read more... ) -
feed it clover, and vetch. and lots of water.
Clindamycin, codeine, ibuprofen are for the pain I don't believe I'm feeling now. Or just yet, the surgeon tells me. I should probably trust him. He's what my dentist called a specialist, the kind that removes fucked-up teeth like mine at least five times a day and still finds every case a pleasurable challenge. Before meeting him, I imagined a ( Read more... ) -
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Right now on television there is a man in an orange hooded jacket (a windbreaker, I can't be sure) who is talking of the land of the midnight sun. He survives on things like sticks and melted ice.
All the commercials are about Las Vegas. My father (yes, I'm home right now) has just spilled a plate of beef on the floor. Part of me has never been ( Read more... ) -
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"Every journalist who is not too stupid or too full of himself to notice what is going on knows that what he does is morally indefensible ( Read more... ) -
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My mother used to work for a now-defunct company that manufactured some of (I think?) the world's finest pool and snooker tables. In that time we amassed a pretty impressive collection of cues and other random pool shark accessories - even more impressive looking in the home of a family that can't make a single straight shot ( Read more... ) -
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So I flew in. A favour from a friend - given with that kind of casual selflessness, a real gem ( Read more... )