Yeah, it's weird, but it's cool, Victor.
'Out Of Gas'
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Yeah, it's weird, but it's cool, Victor.
Gracias.
Victor, as much as I love you, my loathing for Andy Kaufman is such that I can't even see the man's name without grinding my molars.
Victor, as much as I love you, my loathing for Andy Kaufman is such that I can't even see the man's name without grinding my molars.
Ouch. Sorry. I'm kind of living with him right now...
The cleaning bills must be enormous. Has he wrestled Thessaly yet?
Has he wrestled Thessaly yet?
No. He knows full well she could kill him with her pinkie.
Ok, so at least death taught him something.
He knows full well she could kill him with her pinkie.
If we had a time machine, I'd go back and kill him with my pinkie.
Sorry, darlin'. Like Tolkein and a few other cultural phenomena? He was a meeting missed for me.
I have taken advantage of having an at-least-temporarily functional DSL to send in my "My Turn" piece. Also, go me, with no DSL earlier, because I wrote seven pages of "Cruel Sister."
Anyone up for a chapter section beta?
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Separate
Atop a high hill, I look down at grief and carnage.
Above me, Mt. Tam's treeline arcs in dark spruce edges across the sky. Around me are stopped vehicles, bumper to bumper on this holiday weekend, hushed people, some with hands at their mouths, intent on swallowing their fear of mortality.
Below me, the shattered Cadillac, broken glass, smoking metal, eucalyptus buttons, a girl with shattered bones, holding a dead child.
I come down from the high hill, knowing this one precious moment of separation is done, and fall back into my skin. Eve, eyes open, cools in my arms.