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I love you

I love you. I’m not entirely certain who you are, but rest assured at this moment my love is as real and thriving as anything I’ve ever felt. Sure it may be linked to the liquor coursing through my veins, … Continue reading

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Ache

Signals fire. Pain. Pain. Ache. Pain. The head compensates offering solutions, not out of truth but out of desperation. I shuffle in my seat, waiting for the night’s high to take me. It keeps its distance. A mocking, smirking distance … Continue reading

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Final Exodus

So this is another thing I found in the high school folder of my umpteen-backuped writing folder. The difference between this one and the one before is that this one is something that was rewritten nearly a decade later and … Continue reading

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Go-zer

Donny likes to talk. He spends most of his town down by a bar on Eli Court in a part of downtown the daytimers have started referring to Hermitville. I suppose when you only leave the bar long enough to … Continue reading

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A World Without Logos

The older he got the more he realized that sobriety was a condition he was growing increasingly allergic to. He would have attacks. Pangs of panic as his face flushed red with an anxiety that was a distant as the … Continue reading

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After the End

Dressed in enough layers to warm the dead, he wandered in from the street, caked in ash and smelling of chlorine. Through the ashen death coat his eyes showed a perfect green almost glowing in the toneless world behind him. … Continue reading

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Anything I ask

The bar smells like a mixture of menthol and alcohol. This doesn’t bother him. It’s the way bars ought to smell. What does bother him is the woman sitting next to him. She wandered into the bar just short of … Continue reading

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