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Category: Reality
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side by sidewe watch the neighborhood buckle and bubbleall sorts of trouble is in the making shift and slidewe used to know where to hidebut now we wear our tarnished heartson the outsideour desiccated soulsrendered thus by pride Midnight, stark and starless, makes its move to renounce the light.
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Gen X here and I'm not grumpy. I'm happy we're no longer a hot topic of conversation, although I understand many of my compadres are now referred to as sandwiches. The way I see it, there are lots of people older and younger than I am who do a bang up job of chasing after…
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"Ok, I'll concede the point," Stevie said in-between bites of a pineapple and Gruyère sandwich on banana bread, "but what I was trying to get you to understand is magic is made up of words, words are found in books, books are a nifty and convenient delivery system for language. Language creates worlds where magic…
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Micah didn't think of himself as a fish out of water. He didn't like the confinement of schools, is all. The more people wandered into his circle, the more Micah felt outside the action, like an observer of an experiment with which he had no connection. Crowds made for lonesome company, so the back of…
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My name is Reed Wallis. I live inside a faux bison hide tipi more than likely at the end of your street. I carve initials into things, like T.I.E. on the gray, axe bit-mangled post which supports your letterbox. I like ladies called George. One of them slipped me this on the back of a…
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Hattie wears a watch that stopped ticking years ago. The face is a maze of spider veins and the band is dry and cracked. Hattie and her keepsake have a lot in common, and they both know better than to mark each slipping minute. Tomorrow has stretched beyond Hattie's reach, and yesterday is tied around…
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a breakthrough at 22completely forgotten by 60the work, at the time, was truetrue to an ideal that never quite fitbut tenacity was the whole point of itkeep rewinding those spools of thoughtuntil an answer breaks through the membranein random perspectives and cloudy horizonsabsolute mastery of nothing awaitssweetly we shall slip into non-existenceand rejoice in…
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If you can't put a thought into words, then you're dancing in the big black empty. Yeah? I brewed a pot of peppermint tea. Here, let me pour you a cup. And if I don't get out of here soon for some water–I'm talking miles of the stuff–and some right proper dim sum I am…
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What lies on the other side of language? Por ejemplo: If a picture tells a story, does he expect me to understand what he is saying in the same way he does? If I take away my own, different meaning(s) from what I hear the picture telling me, it stands to reason I am no…
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A month. A week, day, hour. The moment that just passed. We all sit beside the Wishing Pool. Oh cool giver of sustenance! I'd drink from you if the taste didn't drive me to excess. Excessively expressed, no less. Mesmerizing ripples and profundity for nights on end. The wish to be heard when I don't…
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