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Hi. This is you. Here you are. Here I am too, but you do not know that yet. You’ll only find it out after a lifetime of remembering and forgetting alike. It’ll be a lot. It’ll be a little. It’ll be all you have for it is all you are: this stream of consciousness at … Continue reading
These doors never open no matter how many times I click the button. Look. Remember what the guard said. Let me get close. That’ll work. The guard told me so. Here. There. I’m here. I’m closer. It’ll open now. It has to open now. The guard told me so. Just a second. That’s all I … Continue reading
I’m not quite sure how it’ll end, but I know how it began. Boxes. That’s how you came here. In boxes to be picked up and shipped out, to be stored away until they are needed again. And they are after one thing or another happened. They are dusty from the last time, and as … Continue reading
Waiter. There is a knot of spaghetti in my pasta. You’re exactly right, there indeed is. Can I have it sent back? For? The knot. I don’t see a problem with it, sir. Pasta is not supposed to be knotted. While that it is true, it is only one noodle of many. And besides, it’s … Continue reading
There is a trumpet that I used to know how to play. I would get up and pick it up and it would sing notes that were up too. I was younger then, most certainly younger than I was now, Or at least young enough to fiddle around until I tired or it did … Continue reading
This is it. That’s what you said four years ago and here you are four years later. You’re dressed in an orange dress shirt and a black gown. The bright collar flows over the grey and purple cape. You’re sure you are wearing the robe wrong: the neck is too tight and the shoulders are … Continue reading
The following was something I wrote on March 6th. I’m sorry that there was ever the need to write it. * I lived beside Justin Stark for ten years. You may not know him. You may have read about him in the newspaper recently. Either way, I want you to meet him as I did: … Continue reading
Inspired from a friend: http://www.thesil.ca/life-lessons-from-a-mouse * There’s a mouse dying in my floorboard And I can hear it in between the wood and cement It is only a temporary problem Scratching, scrawling, wailing and hoping someone can hear it I can And I do And I sit here and type this And I think about … Continue reading
It was late It’s always late But it was late again tonight And I was out I’m always out But I was out again tonight She was there She’s always there But she was there again tonight I wanted to say something I always want to say something But I didn’t say something again tonight.
I was a candle before you burnt me I smelled of pine Evidence a whole forest was found in my wick A whole country in my wax I was a window without a frame That you could look out upon Stare and wonder and get drunk off the stars I was a closet with no clothes … Continue reading
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