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The killing of Bruce Waxxen

Bruce Waxxen was never considered a nice guy. In fact, most people considered him an ass. Bruce, however, didn’t give a damn. Bruce was the…


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Fried brains and Sam

During transport, I had a moment to reflect on my lofty dreams of escape, and how — despite a string of follies — I was…


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The Lullaby

From the pile of ash and melting snow lies an ember hatchling ready to grow. Through the passage of time it’s provided us light —…


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Upside down

DOWN I’m sick of people thinking that they are better than me and I’m sick of me thinking that I am better than them simply…


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Fried brains and Sam

As I went in no particular direction, for no particular reason, sifting and sloshing my mass of formless molecules through some kaleidoscope reality, I was…


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Fried brains and Sam

Being whizzed through realities in a trillion tiny pieces at the speed of thought is an indescribable experience. Think about it for a moment and…


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Sacred Portal

Nothing is stable . . . Not a thought, nor whim, nor prayer. Too many inexpressible feelings. I stomp the ground. Ahh there it is…