They say space ruins relationships. I believe it. I'm not talking about personal space, even though they might be. I don't mean that his demand for guy time away from her coupon clipping is the spark or spur to the inevitable divide. I don't suggest that two people perpetually intertwined for twenty-four hours out of … Continue reading Day Thirty-Four – The Mysterious Flamingo of the Tundra
I've not written an Inner Wild piece in a while. I'm not sure where this fits, or what planet this is on, or who Meretricious Mandy really is. I just know she's a Solarian, and I know why they call her Meretricious Mandy. Not bad for an hour worth of work, eh? --- Limping back … Continue reading Day Thirty-Three – The Mysteries of Porcine Aeronautics and You
I wrote this a while back, and I change it every time something significant happens in my life - new clay, new vision. You won't get the orphic reference until the end, but I insist the entire piece is merely a riff on inverted reflections of lyrical cubism in a variegated temporal dysphoria as seen … Continue reading My Life Story, or Orphic Distraction (Revisited with a Mallet)
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