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CORK ANIMAL: "You’d think shooting arrows in the desert would be fun...”
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July 22, 2007. You’d think shooting arrows in the desert would be fun.”. T was my second week. As a teller at the credit union that is located inside a Wal*Mart. I had spent the first week trying to convince myself it wouldn’t be as bad as I thought. The second week was about to prove me wrong. 8220;I need to take all the money out of my account.” She told me. These words hung in the air since I had no idea how to respond to them. Finally her account came up. At this credit union, a five dollar minimum b...
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January 26, 2008. A negatively charged scent. Ambergris, Spanish Moss, oakmoss and three electric mints.". Ian Talty, 2008. Shocking, horrific, fierce, savage, sensationalized, luminous and hazy: black currant, Bulgarian lavender and white musk with a dollop of thick resin and a voltaic charge of ozone notes.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Is a bimonthly collection of true tales. Vol 1, Issue V: "SENSE OF SMELL". It hits you like a thousand feathers.". A poorer, sadder version of myself.".
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January 26, 2008. E took a handful of sand. From the beach in the heat. Of the day while we slept. In the shade of the whale. That heaved and then did. Not heave but our eyes did. Not open but our noses did. Fill with the reek of dead. And we awaken to find one. Whale grey rotting to bone. Taking with it our shade. And we burrow caught. In hermit crab flight. As our fingers claw beach. We find it has changed —. He had taken one. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Is a bimonthly collection of true tales.
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CORK ANIMAL: 7/1/07
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July 22, 2007. Who knew I could miss large, strung-out, racist white women so much? Take customer service extremely seriously. DVD boxed sets, broken-in knitting needles, etc). The worst such incident didn’t actually start out too badly. Someone had decided to trade in their prized VHS. Not wanting to humiliate the customer (Lord knows having to carry out a bucket of bugs would be embarrassing enough) we calmly paged the owner of these tapes to the front. If I remember correctly the deal was left unclaim...
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January 26, 2008. Evokes sheer, unadulterated carnal lust. An undeniably warm and sensual scent. Black narcissus, orange blossoms, and vanilla.". Ian Talty, 2008. Deep in earth my love is lying. And I must weep alone. Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Is a bimonthly collection of true tales. Vol 1, Issue V: "SENSE OF SMELL". It hits you like a thousand feathers.". A poorer, sadder version of myself.". I felt dirty in a whole new way.".
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January 26, 2008. I felt dirty in a whole new way.". E have all known since we were very young. I took my cab ride of shame the next morning feeling completely confused by my own stupidity. Seriously, what made any of the previous night’s decisions seem like the right ones? No more vodka. I was about to give myself a full mental beating when I had the genius epiphany that I could make everything better by simply pretending it never happened! At home, I was anxiously greeted by Vijay, the most puppy-like ...
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January 26, 2008. Stately, bold, aristocratic and cruel. Opulent galbanum and amber, glistening peach, and a bouquet of French florals, with a merciless undertone of jonquil and heartless vetiver.". Ian Talty, 2008. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Is a bimonthly collection of true tales. Vol 1, Issue V: "SENSE OF SMELL". It hits you like a thousand feathers.". A poorer, sadder version of myself.". I felt dirty in a whole new way.". Who's your favorite uncle? Photography by Ian Talty. Vol 1, Issue IV:.
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CORK ANIMAL:
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January 26, 2008. Ve never thought shit was funny,. Not even from a young age when everything is supposed to be funny and poo is one of the few artistic mediums at hand. It was impressed upon me at a very early age that bathroom time was personal. I proclaimed, as if I was the king of them. The look on my mom's face was unforgettable, and left me no illusions about the real worth of my kingdom. Personal. I reminded myself, even for rabbits. And I went inside and washed my hands. Twice. Expanded greatly a...
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Hermitosis: Beware The Azalea Trail Maids And Their Hypnotic Parasols Of Slavery
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January 13, 2009. Beware The Azalea Trail Maids And Their Hypnotic Parasols Of Slavery. Oes this image fill you with righteous indignation? According to the Alabama NAACP, it should. The Azalea Trail Maids. Began promenading in 1929 in an effort to get people to plant azaleas along the streets of Mobile, AL, but apparently some think their floofy costumes are a throwback to the days of slavery and are trying to get them banned. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Allan A. Apone, FACES OF DEATH. Clive Bar...
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CORK ANIMAL: 6/1/07
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June 10, 2007. 8220;'A special treat for any occasion! Have an all-encompassing love. We love you, Mom. I moved on, delving deeper into the land of my happy place. And. There. It. Was. At the end of the aisle. The mother lode. The Whitman’s Sampler. 8221; I knew I loved the Whitman’s people, and that they loved me, too. They knew me, and they also knew that today was. 8220;Excuse me, but are you going to buy that? 8221; I was jolted from my blissful state by the little old woman who was always there.
