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I will never claim to have seen everything, but I’ve seen most things in the spaces where I’ve habituated. Christ that’s a clumsy sentence, but, you know, fuck it. I’ve seen a lot of clumsy sente...

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In the great hall birds frittered the days in the filtered haze of sunlight through age darkened windows, the names of men forgotten on their beaks. In the gloaming the bats would wake with a bus...

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“We have the honor to live with glory …” That’s pretty close to verbatim from a movie I’m going to bitch about in a few. A couple of weeks ago I wrote an entry about looking up the actual definit...

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“ I don’t see any way out, love.” She paused for a moment, an affectation of reflection, a moment of silence. “We had a pretty good run.” “Yes we did, smoked em right down to the butts.” I paused...

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People are very polite here, even the ones under seventy who aren’t just visiting. I’m not sure they speak in complete sentences, though, “Have a good one” is close enough for Jazz or guv’mint wo...

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That’s an Anna Nalik song for no particular good reason except it was playing in my rig. I was at this lighthouse today, shitty pictures to come. The guy who ran … I don’t know what he ran I didn...

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Yeah, I take shitty pictures and for the life of me, or you and a buck, I can’t remember my photobucket anything, I can’t even answer the oops try again questions. Doesn’t matter, I captured a be...

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That’s from an old john Prine song, the title. Father forgive us for what we must do you forgive us and we’ll forgive you we’ll forgive each other til we both turn blue and go whistle and fishin...

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There’s this town along the Columbia on the Oregon side called Cascade Locks. That’s a hundred percent true. There’s a good place to get ice cream. That’s 98 percent true given that good ice crea...

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I’m going somewhere. I have an MRI tomorrow, but the day after I’m going north. I haven’t been in 37 years. Hmmm, not exactly, I haven’t stopped and looked around in 37 years; on a very weird tri...

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Not sure how honest I can be so I might ramble and I might be honest vicariously. For some strange reason yesterday was hard on me. Christmas is hard on a lot of grown ups; the young grown ups it...

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I was watching something else entirely and this song insisted itself, so I turned off what I was watching just top find this. I don’t know why. I remember we had just come back from london and wi...

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Happy Independence day you Americans. Don’t lose a finger blowing shit up or singe an eyebrow squirting flammable shit on briquettes. I know, you already know that, and yet it’s going to happen. ...

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“What flavor are the green ones?” “Holocaust. What about the red ones?” “Tricky, they smell like Jesus H Christ, but taste like moss and almond butter. What about the blue ones?” “A bitchy bouque...

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So there’s like three or flashs I didn’t write from the prompts because the only thing I remember from anything Henry David Fucking Thoreau wrote is There is no killing time without injuring eter...

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“My Jesus H one eyed jack of Christ Born thorny on the tree, there’s the only rub; My star spangled bananer and me …” Coffee mugs thudded on the table. Open fucking mike night. Bad enough they le...

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Ok, this is my first prompted flash Friday in forever. It’s silly and ill conceived, but took less than fifteen minutes from conception to completion. Now that it’s out of my system I might do a ...

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Don’t recall if I mentioned finding a little used video shop here or not. I found one. It’s in this little strip center called Brookfield plaza, I have to think real hard to remember that and not...

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“Tell me again.” “What?” “Look in my eyes and tell me again.” He looks me straight in the eyes, not blinking. Blue, not like a serene lake in august, blue like a gun. “I didn’t sleep with that wo...

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So, here are a couple of scraps from the desktop. Ok, the first one could be called a flash, but, I don’t think I was planning on it ending there. The second one is definitely a scrap. I was goin...

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The death of Jonas White made about as much sense as anything; not much. I could tell you how it happened, I will tell you how happened, but that’s not making sense of it. It might make it cohere...

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So amidst the shabby polite squalor of what used to be east lansing, I found a store, the type of which needs shabby squalor to as ambience, the kind that used to litter the bohemian neighborhood...

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“ … Grandma divorced him about a month after he told me that. When he died he was alone in that big fucking house, broke his ankle near the fuse box and they guessed he starved to death. Of cours...

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I have been writing daily, just not posting. I’d love to say it’s because what I’ve been writing is so deeply personal I’m afraid to share, or so fucking good I’m afraid to get ripped off. Yeah, ...

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The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. ---- Merchant of Venice (right?) The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for ...

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