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Whorl Wend (also in progress) (but then again, what isn’t? July 3rd, 2011. If the care she took in any other of her daily obsessions equalled that she took to ensure that her pedestrian pleasures would be undiscovered upon the unforeseen circumstances of her death, she’d be getting a lot more done at work. This much was for sure. She visits often (twice daily) an online memorial for the best dead friend she hopes ever to have. It’s been a few years now, so comments are spare, but you never know. She̵...
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trivagante » Blog Archive » Facial Mask
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March 26th, 2009. If my hand had a mouth it would be saying ouch right about now. Instead, I’ll just pull it from the hotplate and try to remember next time. Not so close. I’m not suicidal or masochistic. Not even an idiot, for the most part. You know how when you hurt something, you have a tendency to re-injure it while it’s still tender and vulnerable, even though you’re injuring yourself in ways you’ve never before done? I don’t get it either). Either way, I’ll let you know when the oatmeal’s ready.
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False Remembrances from the Smallest World’s Fair. March 17th, 2009. So there was Dorothy, lagging with the sweetest scowl behind her parents, just ready to be plucked off. And there I was, with nobody paying a lick of attention to what I was doing anyway, because I was so good at doing nothing that nobody ever suspected I might do anything but. That was the best year, I think. So the next year I went by myself. And didn’t eat a thing. Filed in fick shuns. Hat Trick (Oil, Slick). March 7th, 2009. When he...
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trivagante » Blog Archive » Flaming Harpie
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November 8th, 2010. A nameless woman roars down the block carrying what can only be assumed to be the glassy glare at the root of her tectitic fit. Filed in fick shuns. Mail (will not be published) (required). Separating Flack from Fiction.
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trivagante » Blog Archive » Whorl Wend (also in progress) (but then again, what isn’t?)
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Whorl Wend (also in progress) (but then again, what isn’t? July 3rd, 2011. If the care she took in any other of her daily obsessions equalled that she took to ensure that her pedestrian pleasures would be undiscovered upon the unforeseen circumstances of her death, she’d be getting a lot more done at work. This much was for sure. She visits often (twice daily) an online memorial for the best dead friend she hopes ever to have. It’s been a few years now, so comments are spare, but you never know. She̵...
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May 12th, 2009. If it was only the mother he’d been hiding from, he could’ve just tucked it under his bed, in his top drawer, anywhere. But no, it had to be the maid, the maid who made a living off the dust of his secret space. Just then, his mother walked through the back door, catching him with the empty chip bag: Manny (she wound up for a serious question, which he knew by the way she prefaced it with his own name), why are you gorging on an entire bag of chips just before dinnertime? As he lay prayin...
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trivagante » Blog Archive » Recision
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August 10th, 2009. There was no apology necessary, the manager had later noted by interruption of her usual self-recrimination. Everyone is accepted here. But you must be more careful with the fruit, Adele. Filed in fick shuns. Mail (will not be published) (required). Separating Flack from Fiction.
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trivagante » Blog Archive » Hide and Pique
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May 12th, 2009. If it was only the mother he’d been hiding from, he could’ve just tucked it under his bed, in his top drawer, anywhere. But no, it had to be the maid, the maid who made a living off the dust of his secret space. Just then, his mother walked through the back door, catching him with the empty chip bag: Manny (she wound up for a serious question, which he knew by the way she prefaced it with his own name), why are you gorging on an entire bag of chips just before dinnertime? As he lay prayin...
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trivagante » Blog Archive » Slimy Sculpin
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November 15th, 2009. I know exactly where I think we are. How many benches can one park have, anyway? Another one of those unanswerable questions, or at least with an answer it’s best not to think about. Best to just scramble onward. Ruled by his own obligarchy, then, both the obligation to find it and that not to get himself good and fired, he circled back a third time, this time asking questions. Have you seen anybody in the park with a brand new, although slightly leaf-covered, potentially, Nagra?
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trivagante » Blog Archive » The History of Sensitive Helmut (in-progress)
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The History of Sensitive Helmut (in-progress). April 11th, 2011. They think he might have been sacrificed to the gods, which is unlikely because there’s no umlauting any god I’ve ever known, even if war almost broke out over the chance discovery of this peculiar bit of jerky. She’s right, of course. Others think it was an act of vengeance, that he (it) was a killer (I’d say “cold-blooded” killer but given the circumstances, Erika would definitely consider that insensitive). Filed in fick shuns.