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twisted up like a sweaty sheet in withdrawal fista hiss as this escapes me, foul breath tubercular. a regular night. a spin in the den of monstrous neglect. oh, the sweating chill of an evening in Death's company, hungry shadows and gallows thought, hyped up on Eternity and burning to take a great big crunching bite. I sense the singularity, a cold totality concentrated down to absolute

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Admittedly, I've neglected this blog for quite some time. So much so that I don't imagine many people check it anymore, let alone read it (read what? I know, I know.) That said, I wanted to let anybody who did come and check up on this page know that I have a baby on the way and, obviously, a VERY pregnant wife to attend to. If you haven't had any kids yet, lemme tell ya, there's a lot of

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The following morning, the sun crashed into Joshua's room through his lone window, piercing his eyelids, scrambling his brains. He groped at the stuff of his dream but already it was gone. It had been a nightmare. Black patches and haunting laughs. Groaning, he sat up in bed. There were a few drawings on the floor next to him. Each page was filled with a single, wide-open eye. They varied in

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When Joshua awoke, he didn't notice the mask hanging on the wall. At least, that's what it looked like now. A mask made out of gray paper-mache by a Cubist-influenced artist. Joshua walked right past it, skipping breakfast, as usual, and had a hot shower. He dressed in the attached closet and dashed out the door, running so he wouldn't be late again. Everyone that saw him running looked

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The part of town where hard-looking women walk the streets well past the witching hour. The part of town where everyone is used to the occasional staccato of gunfire at three in the afternoon. The part of town where you can buy fried foods and hard liquor at the same store. That's the part of town where rent is the cheapest. That's where you can find a one-room apartment, ten by fifteen feet,

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Somewhere:"Don't gawk. Move along," the cop commanded through his armor's speaker box. The static robbed the words of any understandable sound, but he was already swinging his billy-stun in a wide arc into a growing crowd. A few people already lay unconscious on the sidewalk near the cop, their pockets being rifled by hobos and businessmen."This'll make a good paperweight with an edge sanded into

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Mister Higgins seemed like a pretty normal guy until he waved me across the street one day as I was getting The Paper. We had never really talked much and he looked very eager to speak with me. When I get over there, he leans in real close and says, "Try not to think about it but they're listening to our thoughts."Now is a pretty good time to mention that I take medication. This medication helps

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NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION:Hello there. Odds are you are a complete stranger whose come to snoop through my thoughts. That's because I've begun to drop this URL in every forum I venture into on the Internet. I'm curious as to what kind of traffic and responses I might get when I cast the net that far and wide. Also, it might motivate me to do something more with this blog if I get some

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Everyone has a story, though most people don't like telling theirs. They're often too full of regret, missed chances where daydreamers make a different choice. That's what set Henry apart from the pack: he never regretted anything. Even as the bombs were dropping and every camera and eye in the world was turned up toward the heavens, while people jammed the phone lines trying to make up with

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red hot info channelled into tv, wireless iv dripping tidbits into you and me, intelli-zombies, so we go to work tomorrow telling the few who still don't know, oh my god the info, oil dripping into the cogs of the reality-machine, web spreading in a spider forest, ink spreading lazily in a sea (no that's blood)there's no learning, only upgrades, only blurbs and buzzword cusswords, only fresh

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traveling magically and non-habit-forming, deforming the consciousness and culture with perfected reality torture. ripping away the veil and tripping as we all inhale a cloud of burnt up dreams (a phoneix nest of if and next)ashes to ashes father hoffman, the one that sired psychedalia in my teenage mind, allowed me to hate myself lovingly and laugh at the joke the universe constantly tells. i

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