Archive for the ‘Fiction’ Category
Wednesday, July 30th, 2008
Basically we went out to get some vobla and more beer. At the corner the beggar that spit close to Lesha's shoes yesterday was standing. We sniveled at him and he pushed Misha so I hit him on the head hard with my fists. His head was hard as stone. ...
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Sunday, January 27th, 2008
And the grandfathers said you shall be wed to this man
And you went to the river and said how much I love this man
And the time he touched you seemed well yea
And all the right things happen to him but not to you
And the garden is sprawling with beautiful things
And ...
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Friday, January 4th, 2008
When Galina Mikhaylovna found the glossy but book-worn photo of a young girl in a swimming suit, reclining playfully on a sofa, she thought it odd that it looked so old. The photo was on top of some branches next to a sixteen floor highrise. The highrise was a stamp ...
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Friday, December 14th, 2007
The Sokolovs always seemed to me like the toughest family. The grandfather was a colonel, but I never saw him. Akeksandr, my cousin, always resorted to fists when I'd out-talk him in one kid arguement or another. His dad was tough and always chased us around with his gaze and ...
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Wednesday, December 12th, 2007
The indiscriminate is a parapost and a way of memory capacity to inscrease proportionaly with the decrease of size, nonetheless AJ remembers everything, though usually trivival things on the news, but some wish they hadn't the memories, usually because all of them form with emotional attachment, a thing of macroscopic ...
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Monday, December 10th, 2007
And eleven the most dreadful hour.
We have been out in the snowed in part of the woods for over three hours, walking by moonlight, pushing forward with out weight, crossing our elbows to break the icecap. It's four miles to the house. We expected the long walk from the library, ...
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Sunday, December 2nd, 2007
They've told him to go and move the bell into the shed. It was past midnight and the snow had started falling in large moonlit flakes. It got colder as he moved away from the streetlights toward the field. The bell stood by two posts behind the shed, its skirt ...
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Wednesday, November 21st, 2007
A common compositing misconception: that a user style elements is a somber link to religion (i.e. banana breakfast) a claim rapidly refuted by common cluster logic, the point being that the soul, given user understanding that this represents only a software approach, that is, nothing in the realm of graspable, ...
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Tuesday, November 13th, 2007
The building inverts itself and fills with water. The eye floats through staircases and corridors to the laundry room. Chaykovsky shoves Sam into the washing machine. He closes the door and turns it on. At first it's silent. Chaykovsky opens a little window and yells: "Are you in there? Huh? ...
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Friday, October 12th, 2007
Hiding in the spikes by the shore. It hovers up from the Atlantic's horizon. Behind, a city running. The bomb is a plane. Popular information in the waking world. Kneel to count your change, check the time, tuck your shirt. It has six colorful wings, large as sky scrapers. It ...
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Sunday, October 7th, 2007
There is a girl in the egg in my hand in my pocket on the street. There is a door in the building that I'm in and I'm in that door. The doctor says I've got just the little tools to break the little egg to save the little chick ...
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Sunday, October 7th, 2007
Written for the space vacuum test. The participant is left in space with enough oxygen and food for one year. There are no visible planets close by. The participant has no watch or other instrument to orient him or herself in time and space. There is no distress button, but ...
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Friday, September 21st, 2007
The point is, Grodsky, you have to be a red in the end. A blue is never going to verb with you unless you have done something wrong, really wrong. In both cases the blues are the ones doing wrong, replacing red whenever it is not around with whatever they ...
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Friday, September 14th, 2007
i knew he was a child-man told me debbie you a fine little lady and i squirmed and wetted all inside held my waist and squeezed there right in front of the night crowd said wheres a hot girl like you goin tonight drunkedness on his face his sweat his ...
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Thursday, September 13th, 2007
And then again there were nights that he thought it would not befriend him. Peeking through the brush at high moon, the massive trunks glistening in the dark, he saw it curl and turn thinking. Has his offer been accepted? He doubted that he could sneak to the altar and ...
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Monday, September 10th, 2007
The condition of the passenger in most stationary situations is to be moved along with the mass and the similar objects by the. The condition of the passenger is the mass chronicling a pre-written passage. The contingency of the passenger is hope. The error of the passenger is hope that ...
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Friday, August 24th, 2007
Owing to the nature of the simulation it is my humble proposal to see for myself who it is that is running it, and to humbly ask you to send me a video of the physical universe in which the machine is installed, which should not be hard, I am ...
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Friday, August 24th, 2007
Manny made a dirty bomb from an old church bell, household stuff, and nuclear contents of thousands of smoke detectors and we are about to launch it at the the Bush-Putin residence from my roof. Anton and Umit are here. I feel the bell around, it is unstable, the topmost ...
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Friday, August 24th, 2007
The brilliant necrocity of a black tree in wintertime, sodden over, and rigid as a malicious climax embrace, leering down its own shoelaces, scanning the wire structures of the passerbies, forgetful of leaves and berries, and thinking only, if only I could thrust, and thinking only, fuck you, wind, thinking ...
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Friday, August 24th, 2007
Take this as truth: you will outlive everyone that is close to you. The science of loss is the most important science, even if those who developed it or those that have read it are no longer alive you will be. As a standard line of a universal schematic you ...
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