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I have a routine every morning, I wake up, leaving the curtains of the shelter room closed, sit up in my bed, a blanket over my knees, and turn on the laptop. It is generally very early in the day, around 6am or so; before showers and tea and daytime clothing. The screen turns brightly […]
More….Hunter S Thompson would say things like “I have consulted my attorney, and she recommends that all names and places are redacted (huge ink splotch) and any resemblance to anyone living or dead, or similarity to situations involving the aforementioned living or dead is pure unadulterated coincidence, and the following is a work of fiction […]
MorePeople who don’t really drink DRINK, but people who drink, who might get drunk even regularly, just not heroically, people who have a beer when they want to, and a perrier water when they don’t, people who sit in bars, drink their allotted six shots and two stellas get loud and happy, and tumble home […]
MoreAs long as I am good, then I will be permitted to continue to exist in this four wall paradigm of roof and floor, bathroom and toilet door. As long as I am good I will be allowed to continue to ruffle my son’s curly head and sweetly kiss him goodnight, and bid him good […]
MoreHold my hands ill lead you with your eyes shut through hard rain, falls from the sky in toxic droplets. Does this one contain caesium? Does that contain iodine 151? Does that big fat droplet of rain contain plutonium, will it fall on your skin and years down the line cause a cancer that robs […]
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