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Dad is completely paranoid now. It’s the morphine. I told these shitheel motherfucking sawbones not to give him morphine products, that he gets delirious, but they did it anyway. “Tracy,” he says. “Yeah, Dad?” That’s me. “We have to be careful now.” “Why’s that?” I ask. “Because
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We sit in the car and I have a look on my face. If you’ve been on this road with me for a bit now, you know it means I don’t want to talk about something but am about to anyway. “There is another person we really should
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I sit, with my eyes closed. He tells me what phrase to use. It’s not a language I know. Part of it is in Sanskrit, maybe, and part of it is from other languages. “That’s the daily code,” he says. “It’s like a source code for the
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You walk into the downstairs, rear foyer of the Brubaker and find me arranging flowers. I say hey, how are you, all that. Even if you’re not that skillful at reading people, it’s obvious something is up with me, so you might ask. But should not ask, I
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Hey y’all, How’s 2023 treatin’ ya? More of the same? I wonder if we could have seen that coming … I had a tasty screed for you this time, but I’ve decided to set that aside in favor of walking you through everything I have going on creative
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You are holding a book with a goldish-orange cover, reading from the teaser page, which goes: There are thieves who take this and that. Thieves who steal bread and water, property or bits from the table. These are the ordinary takers, the common thieves. Then there are those who can
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Dr. Reckingbahl is a punk-bitch, I say. You say whatever you say. I know, I say, I try not to say bitch. But I’m upset. You understand and are kind to me about it. Without a lot of prompting, I give you the scene, as I saw it: “He’
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Dream #22
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There is a door. It is bright and vibrant and has been spray-painted bold colors. It’s in a part of town where that is common, so the door would probably not have drawn your attention. It is locked. “Because of course it is,” I complain. “Every god damn door
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The doc takes a drag, then exhales. “Cement.” “Come again?” I say. “Well, it’s a special medical adhesive that we call cement.” “Oh.” “We’ll inject that into his fractured vertebra through a process called kyphoplasty,” the doc says. “Should fix him right up.” Doc takes another drag, nods;
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“You have to pack the pages in salt,” Alithea says. “Otherwise, it won’t work.” Can’t we just burn them? you might ask. “No,” Alithea says. “Burning is its own ritual and may actually release the powers within, upon, or behind the pages, so we do not burn unless
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Dream #12
