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May | 2011 | Orpheus Weaponry
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It’s not too late to buy your sweetheart a Valentine’s Day bouquet. That’s what Friendzo says, at least. I wouldn’t trust him, though — not without knowing where the bouquet’s coming from. Last time I went with Friendzo to buy a bouquet, we went to Hoboken to meet up with his cousin, Clamzo, a merchant. A cylindrical aquarium, as tall as a man and as wide as a really fat man, held nine small, blue squid, jetting about like Higgs bosons. I asked Clamzo how much for a pair. 8211;Ten clams, he said.
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Greenery | Orpheus Weaponry
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I spoke to Friendzo today about his drug test. He told me that the masking agent was something that’s in his hair-loss product. I told him that he shouldn’t be using any hair-loss product — he was losing his hair fast enough already. No need to rush Nature. He gave me kind of a funny look. I asked if I could borrow a pair of pliers. He said he could do me one better, and bought me a house. But what am I going to do with a house? You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0.
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Rash love | Orpheus Weaponry
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It’s not too late to buy your sweetheart a Valentine’s Day bouquet. That’s what Friendzo says, at least. I wouldn’t trust him, though — not without knowing where the bouquet’s coming from. Last time I went with Friendzo to buy a bouquet, we went to Hoboken to meet up with his cousin, Clamzo, a merchant. A cylindrical aquarium, as tall as a man and as wide as a really fat man, held nine small, blue squid, jetting about like Higgs bosons. I asked Clamzo how much for a pair. 8211;Ten clams, he said. You are...
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Orpheus Weaponry | Mel Ott | Page 2
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How do we count when the trees are many? We ride above them in a helicopter, and shoot them. Count your bullets, and divide by thirty, ’cause you’re a lousy shot, and that’s the ticket right there. And take off that hat, you look like a goddamn fool. My great-uncle taught me that there were no stars, only silver buttons in the carpet up above. I killed my great-uncle, with a spoon. If you thought there was more to this, you were off the mark, my friend. Real bad. Real gone. The pudding I would try to make.
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December | 2011 | Orpheus Weaponry
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Friendzo and I have been exchanging words via post lately — large ones for round ones, red ones for spiky ones, etc. The last time I saw him was September, down by the docks. He was walking bowlegged in a light sunshower, trademark golden spats gleaming like a Christmas bicycle. He asked me what the matter was. 8211; What’s the matter? 8211; Cow done gone. 8211; Rabbit stew for supper again. Cribbage at the pool hall. 8211; Did you hear the one about the lady preacher from Tennessee? Things I would do.
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A salad in the wintertime? | Orpheus Weaponry
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A salad in the wintertime? Friendzo bought an ice cream maker this evening, and brought it over to my place for some experiments. I told him that my electricity had gone out, but he wasn’t concerned. He had a generator in his trunk, as always. We built a fire in my living room and got to work. What flavors did we make? There were other flavors, of course — many others, but I’ll not bother you with all the sordid details. While the ice cream-making took most of the evening, there was still...For some whis...
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I don’t think there’s a law against that yet | Orpheus Weaponry
https://tinspeaker.wordpress.com/2009/07/07/i-dont-think-theres-a-law-against-that-yet
I don’t think there’s a law against that yet. Friendzo and I went to the mill last week, for a tour. We’ve been thinking of getting into the bread business, and we wanted to reaffirm our love for the old-fashioned mill. Come to see about the mill. Aye-yup. We be. Fellas, I’m anxious to get this tour going. Do you think he’s eager to sell, Friendzo? I think he be. You there. Millkeep. Are you eager to sell? Truth be told, my boy, I am. We’d like to see the trapdoor. Aye, gentleman. Wise boys, ye. Friendzo...
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June | 2012 | Orpheus Weaponry
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In spite of what I’d dreamed I’m still asleep under your covers. Expecting nothing from the world but expectations. That I myself would fail to find convincing. And given all that’s happened unappealing. You, though, strike other matches. And flutter other lashes. What could anyone expect if not an answer? Whole cities have been built for less. If I remember your lips it’s just that someone else. Has them; that can’t be helped. How was I to know she. I never thought she was an answer,. I want my next.