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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
Dear dear, I believe the world can be reduced to a few, simple physical principles. I don’t have the proof, nor am I seeking it. I could probably argue my way and just point to science and say looky here: there’s the answer somewhere. And then I can probably probe further as a good scientist … Continue reading
I’m worried about you, Kacper. I don’t mean this paternalistically or bordering on self-righteousness stemming from my own insecurities. Instead I’ve seen what you’ve been thinking about and I’m concerned not only for you, but for myself as well. I know, I know. Who am I to tell you otherwise? I’m just a little piece … Continue reading
On the night I died, I watched myself. I was pulled from my body and stood above myself like an angel on a Christmas tree: there I was, sleeping, no snoring, and I rocked in a soft bed. The sheets smelled. The stench rose as high as I did. I tried to climb higher, but … Continue reading
I should probably just show you instead of telling you – I mean, that’s rule one of fiction – but I want to update more regularly, and I had this stored away in my thesis. It’s going up here out of personal interest: I wish to see how many rules of my own I break. … Continue reading
The following was written for the essay “the best thing to happen to you.” * It was the song of metallic death that woke him. High pitch and shrill, the door cackled throughout Mort’s room. He tossed in his bed like a fish out of water, his rhythm matching the frequent creaks of the hinges. … Continue reading
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