November 2010
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A Study in Still Life
1:46 in the morning. Already showered. The game, watched. Post ejaculatory, post caffeinated. Engulfed by the glacial stillness of suburban life. Here, in the town of my youth, it’s near impossible to ignore what my mind keeps coughing up. All the old familiar feelings, as subtle as dust, as pungent as earth after the rain. Everything has meaning, connotation worms its way ‘round every...
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