So Many Birds (revisited)

On Sunday mornings, we flail our arms in the park and chase after the birds until they shit themselves in mid-flight. There are just so many of them, and they all stink. Laura likes to kick the ducks….
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Coffee On a Sunday Afternoon With The Snake Queen

I went over to Keren’s house on a Sunday afternoon for coffee and rhubarb cookies. She smiled at me when I walked in, snake tongue flickering in her hair, and my heart froze with a mixture of fear and…
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Sound And Fury Signifying Nothing

“You never talk to me,” she said. “I don’t think anybody talks with anybody anymore,” I said. “We’re all spastic and unfocused in this world of constant distractions. Conversation has disintegrated into sound-bites. Unfortunately, most of my sound-bites are about…
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Trip Into Alternate, Rural Crazyland

We headed northwards on a rainy Saturday morning until cities disappeared and were replaced by fields, sheep, and farmhouses. We reached Corwin’s farmhouse by dusk for his non-wedding wedding, and pretty soon urban reality disintegrated around us and was…
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The World Needs More Pictures Of Me Wearing Only Ideas

Everybody needs more self-loathing narcissism in their lives. That’s why a bit over a month ago I said, “Hey! I should take more pictures of my ass.” And I did. I took one picture every day for 38 days, quite…
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Sensation and Softness

Your breasts are like salvation, like the memory sorrow, like the sound of a single drop of water in a cistern to a thirsty man. Your breasts drive me mad with wanting you….
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We Rubbed Our Flesh Against Concrete Walls To Feel Desolation

We make it our job to act suspicious. Thus, on a misty Sunday morning in October, we loaded our gear in the back of my van, blasted Christian rock on the radio, and took off down the highway towards…
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Whenever I Sniff Myself I Get A Hard-On

I had no shower this morning, so my whole body smells like sweat and late-night moments of desire. To keep people away, I’ve been singing Pink Floyd songs loudly in my cubicle all day….
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Cohen Called Again And Asked Me To Strip

With a mixture of daring and fear, I threw my legs up in the air on Thursday night so the girls sitting in the front row of the senior art class could draw the intimate space between my legs….
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Step Into The White, Bright Light

It’s hard to take good photos of my ass crack in the dark. Thus, because I needed more light to illuminate the furry crevices of my body, I went by Canadian Tire to stare into their light fixtures until…
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