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Nats wrapped by holy fire and tinglebrush garland wreaths Simple silver cloisters matching in size and tone. Cut cut my heartbase out like an airfield neither above nor below ground. Noise comes apart above my head in redsnap explosions, breathing heavy and believing will not make you understand. Breathing heavy and believing will make you lonely. Clumsy hiccups and aloof legs, feet, and other novas fall-- defeat your prisoners and prisms, laploose and cozyburning, plummet and sink. Part...Read Full Story

Saw an old man today, drinking coffee, with not only a large wart on the end of his nose, but a little tuft of hair growing out of it. I staggered from the shop, insensible. Mr. Penny’s Experience is up at A Fly in Amber . Anne is up at From the Asylum . Finished reading Our Mutual Friend , which was excellent, and also (as much as I could stomach, at least), at a friend’s insistence, Bix’s Trumpet , by one Dave Margoshes (derivative – predictable – trash). Shocking, as I said to a group of...Read Full Story

I AM THE LAW! I am the law and the person of authority. It is with all of my experience and spuriousness that I always make the decisions I make. Especially when it concerns not my life but yours. I am that which can condemn you to the darkness of life’s lowest house or cause you to wish you were in perdition instead of at my door. I am the law and what I say is always the truth. It is the truth because that is what I deem it to be. I fight in the room with benches under the guidance of the...Read Full Story

I am the law and the giver of chances you might not wish to risk. I am that which can send you to an abyss. Not the fires of Hades but that of an equal place, if you do not accept my proposition. I do not have an issue with the fact that I can manipulate facts and truths to seem outlandish. I do not have a problem with my erudition being used to condemn the innocent. I am only interested in winning regardless of the destruction of your life. I have the ability to convince your equals that...Read Full Story

I hope that when we meet again for the first time these oh so many years that you'll forgive me if I cry. If I cry tears from deep within a place I did not know was in me. Tears of joy From the chance to see and hear you And turn back time To be boys again. Tears of sadness For all the times we'd missed and the care we could have given. I hope That when we meet again you will smile because our friendship means more than words, and you will find  a place deep inside you did not know was in you...Read Full Story