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Men’s Room Confessional | Fictdoodles
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A blog for very short fiction, the odd poem, and an occasional illustration. September 8, 2013. Men’s Room Confessional. 8221; asked Henry. 8220;How long since your last confession? 8221; repeated the raspy, time-worn voice from the next men’s room stall. 8220;I’m sorry, are you talking to me? 8220;Yes, my son.”. 8220;Ha ha. That’s pretty funny, but it you don’t mind–”. 8220;Would you like to pretend that I’m joking? Because we can do it that way if you like. It’s up to you, my son.”. Dead serious it is.
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movement |
https://jankins.wordpress.com/2010/09/26/movement
The days are evil →. September 26, 2010. Let’s go somewhere and never think about coming back,. And if we get bored, or I get tired or quiet, or we get lost, all we have to do is. Upset the world in some great, loud way, or even some quiet way, but still we’ll upset that sleeping motherfucker; we’ll make his face. Red we’ll mock him with our naïve resolution that. Everything will be done,. Nothing will be undone. I'll be posting poetry every day whether I'm depressed or not. The days are evil →.
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About |
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8220;The blues is just by itself.” – Son House. The days are evil. Lauren Sweetman – We Walk Quietly. Blog at WordPress.com.
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eyes |
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Too many →. October 15, 2010. My eyes are closed tightly and also the. Same muscles which previously caused me to smile. Now perform the opposite expression. With internal psychological compression. Causing the lids of my eyes. To mimic the inside of my mind:. Closed tightly with folds,. Causing darkness for me. And they are BLEARY when I open them. Lubricated by the kind of liquid which. Coming out of me. Depleting my aqueous reserves. Aqueous humor is not funny. Then it’s funny, finally. Too many →.
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the days are evil |
https://jankins.wordpress.com/2010/09/28/the-days-are-evil
The days are evil. September 28, 2010. The languid movements of mine deprived of sleep. Waking dreams speaking to my unconscious like smoke signals. Saying, live, live here, free,. But I’ll never decide what to do. I’m a mashed-up mess of. Give me a cup of warm whiskey by a fire. Let me close my eyes. I'll be posting poetry every day whether I'm depressed or not. View all posts by Jankins Prinkensplatt →. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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again |
https://jankins.wordpress.com/2010/10/11/again
October 11, 2010. I haven’t posted in a long time. I haven’t been slacking though, I’ve still been working at a project every day. I am no good at multi-tasking, so I tend to push everything else away when I become obsessed with a project. I hope I will be able to start this up again. I can’t really convince myself. That everything is okay,. I tie my shoes for another day. Of mediocre medium gray. God is in heaven. Where flutes continuously play,. And he sits on his throne. Above love hope and hate,.
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the same |
https://jankins.wordpress.com/2010/09/24/the-same
September 24, 2010. ONE and ONE do not rhyme,. Are not similar,. ONE and ONE are. It’s a dirge of a song we sing. Softly in the evening when. The sun is gone,. The birds are gone,. The memory is gone,. Somewhere, who can say? Wherever you are,. You’d do well to stay. Death, life, afterlife. Sun, moon, heaven and hell,. Bastards, noble of birth,. Worms in the earth,. Fools and dames,. The healthy, the sick, and the lame,. I'll be posting poetry every day whether I'm depressed or not. The days are evil.
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davidwburns | Fictdoodles
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A blog for very short fiction, the odd poem, and an occasional illustration. I like to write. I have a job. This is a flash bio. September 8, 2013. Men’s Room Confessional. 8221; asked Henry. 8220;How long since your last confession? 8221; repeated the raspy, time-worn voice from the next men’s room stall. 8220;I’m sorry, are you talking to me? 8220;Yes, my son.”. 8220;Ha ha. That’s pretty funny, but it you don’t mind–”. 8220;Would you like to pretend that I’m joking? Dead serious it is. 8220;I’m d...
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Bay City Runaway | Fictdoodles
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A blog for very short fiction, the odd poem, and an occasional illustration. February 18, 2011. Walking Home On a Foggy Night - William Buckley Jr. A dilemma had frozen me in the stare, our eyes locked in an unanswered plea. I’d met my share of hustlers in this bay city, but, she was so lovely that it would almost be worth the hustle. But no, the need on her face was real, and she couldn’t have been more than seventeen. Why would she follow me? Why not a friend or family…or a shelter? She had not been on...
