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UntitledHer gentle eyes and feral heart pull in a westward direction. She's enticed by the orange-ish hue that furtively conquers the evening's soul. As the spectacle takes hold, it gently releases its captors only to return for another victory.
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Feb 9, 2023
PrizefighterAs the sun begins to retire for the day, we sit here in my black, 1965 Lincoln Continental convertible, gazing upon the glowing city skyline that is illuminated in orange and red, a perfect complement to the burning house at the bottom of the cliff. / This shared moment couldn’t be any more perfect. / I look over at her.
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Jul 20, 2014
I Sorry.This delusional concept of dressing up in your finest threads just to sit in some quiet, ridiculously-named, fancy establishment that has four walls and a few toilets and neatly-folded napkins, spotless silverware, and an overly-priced menu just to talk about some ******** that you pulled out of your *** when your arm was being stretched to the max trying to reach for the stack of crisp twenties that the ATM viciously spat at you is simply ****** up. / Yeah… that’s what I thought until I met her. / You know, “the one.”
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Jun 1, 2014
PogoYou don’t know the coyotes are there or how many there are until they hear sirens. / And lots of sirens they hear – police sirens, to be exact. / As the sirens become louder, the coyotes go into a frenzy of dramatic wales and pathetic howls.
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May 26, 2014
My Old SuitI’ve grown tired of this suit. / I don't like wearing it anymore. / It’s not what it once was.
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Apr 27, 2014
LuckyThe bog in my arm pits and my oily complexion are subtle reminders. / I step over three-day-old dog **** pick up my guitar, play three chords then put it down. / Sit down at my computer. Watch **** for hours.
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Apr 10, 2014
The Ritual“Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice reverberates throughout the ballroom, “this last one is a personal favorite.” / As the music cues up, the young couple pulls away from the loud speakers and blinding stage lights, theirs bodies swaying from side to side as they dance slowly on the outskirts of the crowd. They look deeply into each other’s eyes as the young girl wraps her arms around his neck to draw him nearer. She sings along with Berlin softly into his ear, / “Watching I keep waiting still anticipating love
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Mar 29, 2014
All You Need is a Mocha E-Cig & a Rawhide Bone (Short Story)“CAAAAMON-CAAAMON-CAAMON-CAMON. **** YOU. **** YOU, YOU STUPID ******* I slam on the brakes as the traffic light turns red, the front end of my car now parked in the middle of the intersection. / A bunch of headlights begin to move towards me, and I rev the engine, slamming the car into reverse. Now behind the white line, I lean back and take a few breaths. I sound like my old man. That nasty, fat ***** was always screaming at those useless racehorses as his soggy, limp cigar would bounce from his lips, spit landing all over the paid-in-full fakies of whatever blonde ***** was cuddled up next to him for the afternoon. Having lost everything by the end of the day, he would always plod home and deposit his soiled, checkered pants on the laundry room floor and crawl into bed to make love to my mom. / Ugh. I need to stop thinking about him. I already wish I could be one of those old horses who gets shot in the head. Today was my five-year work anniversary, and on behalf of the entire department, volcano-face Emily bestowed upon me a massive dog bone, which now sits tauntingly on my passenger seat. As she suppressed that nasty giggle of hers and handed me the bone, the room erupted with laughter, someone shouting from the back corner, “Hey, Ed! Get it?! You’re always like a dog with a bone!” Maybe I should go back to work and make that ***** play fetch.
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Mar 22, 2014
UntitledI sit slumped in a flimsy chair as a / blizzard rages on outside my window. / A woman’s cough comes through
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Jan 1, 2014
LSD Abducted JeremyMonths of stale, cigarette smoke / and spilt **** water pleasantly / offset the stench of cheap cologne
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Nov 3, 2013
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