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The seven day prayer candle burned out seven days ago, and the twisted blinds are held together with chopsticks and moving tape after snapping in an unresolved haunting. The nights enter like gemstones and exit like rabbits. Truth sequestered from skin; I get a haircut instead of another tattoo. While shaving my neck with a straight razor, the bald Albanian barber asks me: "Which is scarier: people or mirrors?" Before I could reply he shook his head: “Trick question. They are the same thing.” Walking home, I tore up the if-I-die note I had hidden in my back pocket, and taught the pieces to dance to the silence of buckshot screaming into a black hole. The choreography was as patient as pregnant pauses breathing into paper bags. To the neighbors, smoking cigarettes on their stoops, the shredded paper just looked like litter.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC
Adonis
The seven day prayer candle burned out seven days ago, and the twisted blinds are held together with chopsticks and moving tape after snapping in an unresolved haunting. The nights enter like gemstones and exit like rabbits. Truth sequestered from skin; I get a haircut instead of another tattoo. While shaving my neck with a straight razor, the bald Albanian barber asks me: "Which is scarier: people or mirrors?" Before I could reply he shook his head: “Trick question. They are the same thing.” Walking home, I tore up the if-I-die note I had hidden in my back pocket, and taught the pieces to dance to the silence of buckshot screaming into a black hole. The choreography was as patient as pregnant pauses breathing into paper bags. To the neighbors, smoking cigarettes on their stoops, the shredded paper just looked like litter.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC
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