The processions traveled in waves, there was a pattern here he couldn’t recognize. He was crouched in damp dirt, hardly moving. His head throbbed and his vision came in frames per second. moments were lost in shorthand memory, a mechanism he forced his mind into, a deepening self-respect of abolishing his sins through neglect and forgetting; a ( Read more... )

Can't seem to keep in touch with what held so tightly to my brain, i took a conscious effort of participating, grasped at it, retreated repetitively, a physical retracting as a breather to figure out my complacence being alone and the anxiety of my company ( Read more... )

Jones stood inside a window that measured a landscape in a highlight of two feet by four. any perspective outside of the shades of grey condensed into a scale of movement shortened into a picture-story of a single frame. he only saw the movements inside and back out; he could only guessed the pre-and-posts. made them up as he went along ( Read more... )

She had fallen into a precision routine of common steps and procedures. She still had to keep the kids fed and still had to manage the budget ( Read more... )

He heard the words and he heard his own arrest, each click and draw and every accent a language takes in the linguistics of authority. He absorbed the abrupt interruption, as an arrest is always intrusive, pervasive even, and felt the shock on his senses. He drew and experienced the entire 180 degrees of emotion and terror of how an arrest affects ( Read more... )

I doctored these lines in a way that would make 'hazard' a little more careless. I had the charisma to make a baptist minister's wife a whore. In this I took pride (in the fact, but more in the motive and even more in the convinction as I thought it as a moral imperative ( Read more... )

I doctored these lines in a way that would make 'hazard' a little more careless. I had the charisma to make a baptist minister's wife a whore. In this I took pride (in the fact, but more in the motive and even more in the convinction as I thought it as a moral imperative ( Read more... )

He took notice first of his meal, barely eaten. second of his appetite, repetitively absent. third of the directions of attention of the party, all lines of sight curving to, towards, on and (like all well behaving curved lines) away from him and landing always on another member of the party ( Read more... )

I said another drink and i'd leave ( Read more... )

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