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My First Ritual At Thirteen or Breaking The Wall

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My First Ritual At Thirteen or Breaking The Wall

I was a precocious and, at times, prurient child, thirsty and hungry for another world, another time. I wasn’t aware of the disguise I was to claw out through at the aching age of thirteen. Mother didn’t love her baby, and Father was nowhere to be found. On thin ice, I tip-toed through the world,…

Belong

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Belong

As I walked into the restaurant, my lungs filled with the pretty perfume of jubilant youth as I beheld most seats taken and a constant chatter, movement, cackles and moronic mannerisms. The furtive femmes and the less-than-genlte gents didst ballet in their not so subtle subtleties. The only thing that impeded a jarring avalanche of…

Black Lantern

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Black Lantern

She sat against the window with that old, tattered book in her hand; her mother’s dress, now hers, finally, folded and draped much like a Victorian nightmare, hissing as she situated herself from time to time. The pearl earring her father had given her for her seventh birthday dangled and cast a small shadow upon…

Holy Shit

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Holy Shit

The neighborhood cats had all took their place and sat and watched me from a distance; the black one with yellow eyes, atop a roof cool and still; the yellow tattered puss purred and licked his paws next the broken fence; the white feline with fierce green eyes rested his dirty head on the hood of the…

Pulp Friction

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Pulp Friction

The angles were angry and the sycophant inside, was like the mark, hard to beat. The chief’s baritone drone was incessant and the dame behind the typer who answered the calls, was giggly no more now simply glaring. My veins were like cracks on an old marble statue, but they lay aching under a three-piece…

Step

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Another Thursday night, I thought as I unlocked the door to my apartment and felt my place hostage by the summer heat. The dishes in the sink were a crawling creature with ceramic discs for tentacles making its way across the kitchen counter and soon unto the floor. Flies buzzed somewhere in the dining room…

A Little Fun

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A Little Fun

She had relied on the beauty of the biological imperative to bolster her insecurities. Brooding vampire eyes from across a room, the way she slowly chewed on a pen at work behind her desk, the walk that never failed to summon many a hard-on–had all been motions that managed to manipulate the opposite, and the…

Gidget Goes To L

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Gidget Goes To L

“What’s the matter, Gidget?” “I don’t know. It’s the times, I suppose. Would you look at that man over there? He should be ashamed of himself.” “Which one?” “The one with the wig, for christ’s sake.” “Will you lower your voice, woman. What on earth is the matter with you?” “Do you not remember the…