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Kenneth you bastard, I saw you save Mrs. Awazaki last night. She was standing in that zen-garden yard she keeps, under the cherry closest to the streetlight. I’m dying, Kenneth my son, but it’s the eyes that will go last; the Pacific made a guard of me forever ( Read more... )

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Pharaoh stood at his bedroom door and watched the green sand pour out of the open closet. It had been coming in a steady stream for about ten minutes, time enough for the initial panic to subside and the incongruity to ripen into fact. The inside of your closet is gone, he could now tell himself, and it has been replaced by a light-resistant wall ( Read more... )

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Discussion Questions for The Trans-Occipital Demonstration of Negligible Force, a novella as-yet-unwritten by me (and you).

1. The book opens and closes with a primordial lump, saying "obiter dicta" repeatedly. Have you ever seen a primordial lump on the bus? What route and time of day? Did it ever say "obiter dicta"? If not, what if anything did ( Read more... )