Monthly Archives: February 2011

March 13, 1911-January 24, 1986

March 13, 1911 pronounce those things that give no life to oneself—bouncing back and lasting throughout the rapid leftover devotion—locked together the lightening gilded hour and waves rippling effect—revolutionary peach tree—green liquid hydrogen—-amphetamines—science fiction talking and speedy Gonzales—what then were … Continue reading

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when our favorite artists die

i want to die angry.  i don’t want to let the false bliss of beating down domestication swallow me whole—killing me off like too many artists.  i don’t want to forget the things that have not been corrected in this … Continue reading

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passenger 59

“I suppose at this juncture I should bring you up to speed on your co-conspirator in all of this. You see, earlier today, probably just about the time you stepped off the tram to walk right into our little abode here, … Continue reading

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passenger 58

Our man in the maroon tie is no longer wearing a tie. Instead, lying in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of his arms, he is numb and in a hospital gown. Neatly placed underneath a thin white sheet and covered … Continue reading

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passenger 57

Annette’s eyes were rolling around quickly, underneath her eyelids, like she was in the REM state of sleep. However, then she began to open them, now her eyelids doing the flickering and the eyeballs no longer moving around as much. When she … Continue reading

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passenger 56

Finally leaving the café, he straightened his silk maroon tie, even though the not itself was loosened. He thought to himself (who really wears tightly knotted ties anymore anyway?). With the café only three or four meters behind him, he looked out … Continue reading

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passenger 55

The tram halted a few feet before the crossing of the intersection, and with the middle door opening, Annette’s long legs sheathed in dark grey pantyhose, made their way down the steps. When her first shoe heel met the street, she … Continue reading

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