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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
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Hey y’all, Let me get right to it, since I’ve still got this enormous sprawling novel thing I’m doing and it’s very time consuming. The horrors both public and private of 2016-2020 taught me not to make too many goals or resolutions. Life is what happens
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It’s New Year’s in the Library. And I’ve decided it’s finally time to free myself and leave. How? You’ll have to keep reading in 2023, I guess. But that’s coming.
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Wendy’s wicked stepmother
