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Impossible Massage

He kneels above her back with sweat beading on his elbows and knots in his palms. Silhouettes in a well-lit room, the world flickers and whirls around them. Conversation goes as it does, in ebbs and flows of insight and sympathy. Touching on deep muscles and cold winters, past and memories and not those things [...]

Don’t query me with those querying eyes

She said “You live your life too much like a bad movie”
She said “You don’t know what love is”
She said “You try too hard”
She said.
I said “Life is what love is, and what’s the point if you don’t try?”
I come back to her again, after years of silence. You get lost in the moment. You [...]

forgive me father for i have sinned

It has been months since my last confession. I went to your church last night, but you were not there. It was loud and empty and i thought that if i shouted you would hear me so i yelled as loud as i could.
But you were not there.
I’ve never been good at hiding, and i [...]

Experts needed (paid by commission)

We need to establish a betting pool website for when the next al-qaida attack is going to be, we will need intelligence analysts, website designers, and somebody who has some idea how people make money by running a betting pool.
Personally, my bet is October 2007: close enough to election 2008 that people won’t have time [...]

And then i remember that i am one of them

every time i listen to nirvana unplugged and hear the thunderous applause at the end of every song i want to scream until my voice is hoarse “NO!!!! FUCK YOU GUYS FUCK YOU FUCK YOU GUYS FUCK YOU…” etc. and bash my head against the wall until i cannot see for the blood.

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Simple solution

your cool heart has probably already judged me and my ways, and I can only hope that it will be warmed by reading this. But nobody ever takes enough time trying to understand other people. Not that we’re worth it, and not that any amount of time is really going to lead to understanding. My [...]

More generic than before

It’s late and quodlibetor is extraordinarily tired and instead of doing the rational thing, he has spent the last three hours molding a life less lived, shaping something that is no more interesting for the effort. A life of pseudo-reality and pseudo-friendship. The distraction provided by this life totally engrosses him. Slowly but surely he [...]