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The car crumpled like a paper rough draft in a frustrated writer's hands. So much so, I felt the back seat hit my spine through the driver's seat as the windshield shattered in a kaleidoscope of highway colors. The crash was so loud as to be silent, like my surprised vocal chords- too shocked to permit a scream egress. I'm sure I died. But all ( Read more... )

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I still have the message from her saved somewhere. It was so succinct, accurate and heartbreaking that I couldn't possibly delete it entirely.

It was simple. All it said was:

"I felt like I was watching you die."She was absolutely right. Had I stayed in Philadelphia, I'd be on a slab in some locker with - at best - a handful of people ( Read more... )

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I can't possibly confess how many mistakes I've made over the past decade ( Read more... )

I'm coming home.

More in a couple days.

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So I discovered something ( Read more... )

I just learned a man I treasured greatly [though never met] passed away late last year.

So, with a heavy heart, I say:

God bless you, Colin Wilson.

Travel on & travel well.

Never, not in a million years, would I have thought I could feel so deep a loss for someone I'd never Truly known.

But then:

Perhaps, in a way, I did.

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It's hard to climb out of the bottle.

The glass walls are smooth and slick.

And the bottom is gentle with liquid comfort:

An oak-barrel aged, pleasantly burning, amniotic fluid.

In which I am everything and nothing.

An all too appealing Hell.

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She tells me she still reads my words.

I tease her, saying:

How could you not?

She laughs and replies:

"I still can't listen to your voice.

Unless I want vivid dreams."It's a pattern in my life, no doubt ( Read more... )

Its cries somehow manage to pierce through the ambient city noise ( Read more... )

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Sex, like all weapons, is neither good nor evil ( Read more... )