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The WeekMonday   
She looks for herself. The evening’s rain has skinned the pavement with a reflection—stalactites of yellow streetlight and neon, deep violet sky between black buildings, the dim green clouds of treetops in the park across the street. She used to watch Eric in mirrors and puddles. Now she only looks for herself.   
The skirl of tires on wet pavement startles her up. Without quite realizing it she’d knelt, then crouched, then leaned out over the curb to study the reflection. She shakes her head, brushing grit from her jeans, and watches her bus lurch on without stopping. The next one won’t come The Week
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Looking Down On MeThe first thing I remember is the taste of vomit. Always. This is my life story, the title of every chapter, that taste. If I believed in god I would thank him for leaving it at that. A quick dip, a few words—the treatment of Christ by John. I would thank him for sparing me the fate of Noah’s people or of Pharaoh.   
In my earliest memory I’ve half fallen from my red plastic chair. My throat burns sour, my arm is splattered and warm, my hand is clenched like a thousand year old mummy’s around a fork. A fat black spider dances impaled on the tines. I can still feel the tickle of its pinprick feet on my tongue. &nb Looking Down On Me
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Good Men Do NothingAll that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.  Edmund Burke   
Sick. I’m sick. I felt it today, lying in the park. The sky was so blue and deep. Even the stain over the city didn’t look too bad, but it was what made me realize I’m sick. I’m just like that yellow stain, sulking at the edges of all that’s good and pure. The world is bright around me, and I have every comfort at my disposal. But I don’t feel comfort.   
What is it about nature that lets us know we don’t quite belong? Just sky and trees and animals, no mind or anything, but it tells us. It Good Men Do Nothing
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PretencePretend to be aloof  the proof of the intense  who seldom use a friend  to ends uncouth   
Instead of chivalry  he spreads her trembling thighs  and rivalry between her pleas  ebbs red   
These holes in hotel walls  are portals to disease  his falling mortal soul  but please   
Scotch bro and crotch joke  and pot smoke by torch glow  fox trot on slow coke  watch him go Pretence
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My brother-in-law is an idiot: "Ro is a bad-assed name for my boychild." 

61%
20 deviants said The child will be ostracized and harassed until he finally turns to LARPing, where he will be awed.
21%
7 deviants said Mandatory nonsensical final answer. "In space hamburgers are food and shoes," etc.
9%
3 deviants said Come on Jon. Caviar? That dyke from Star Trek who wanted to give Ryker the strap-on treatment? Ro is bad-assed.
9%
3 deviants said Who cares? If the guy wants to name his kid Rosco or Rory to get that short form, why complain?
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Well, Shit.

Fri Nov 13, 2009, 11:03 AM
  • Listening to: Portishead, Rilo Kiley
  • Reading: Red Mars, Moon Palace
  • Watching: UFC, Futurama
  • Playing: Jobless
Be happy while you're living, for you're a long time dead. (Scot proverb)

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There I was all set to visit Seattle--free passage on my navy brother's gunboat, no less--when the sea's lack of cellular towers fucked up the transmission of info so I missed the departure. I was really looking forward to some mischief with =Spiff-Johnson. Maybe some scientists in the future used the HADRON to ruin the plan because our matter / antimatter-like collision would have inverted the universe or some shit. We weren't even going to cross the streams! Well, maybe. You know how smooth a talker Zack is. Still. Not cool, scientists. Not cool.

In other news I entered a "creative non-fiction" piece in this year's CBC literary award contest. I don't know shit about our indie lit scene, don't have a clue who the competition is. (I've read one or two national lit rags that didn't bore me to tears.) Also that A Cappella Zoo fall issue is out now, in print and online. It's got my story The Week in it.

Still novelling. I'll always be novelling, but not this same one for much longer. Goddamn about time I got done with it. What're you writing?

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~Vermillion-Shadows Nov 6, 2009, 5:22:42 PM
Good evening, random deviant. May I be as bold as to inquire of how you doing?

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what the GLOVE COMPARTMENT?!? This shit is ORANGES.
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`Jon-Law Nov 6, 2009, 10:10:36 PM
You may.

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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.
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~Vermillion-Shadows 5 days 11 hours ago
Bah chicken butt, I've lost the interest. Well good day to you nonetheless.

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what the GLOVE COMPARTMENT?!? This shit is ORANGES.
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~Vermillion-Shadows Nov 6, 2009, 5:22:55 PM
**you're

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what the GLOVE COMPARTMENT?!? This shit is ORANGES.
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Mood: Joy =MyImaginaryMe Nov 6, 2009, 2:57:32 AM
Thank you for the :+fav: =)

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design [di'zien] -
to conceive and plan out in the mind,
to create, execute, or construct according to a plan,
a drug taken directlly into the mind, an adiction,
a belief, a religion, a pure sexual desire
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