Rewind to years before: when we wore our matching curdoroys; do you remember that? What about your Cabbage Patch doll and my Construction Set? You wrote plays about witches and I made sorcerer’s hats out of corrugated boxes. I came upon an old notebook you used to have, a little childish slumbook, dated 1986. The...
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Paradox
Busy afternoons collapse themselves into a little bottle of wine. I hide my cigarettes so I know exactly where to go when temptation strikes. Adorable word: decadent. I use it with every sentence just because I like the way it’s spelled. that’s a good reason, right? Why is the word “empty” full of meaning? My...
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Choke
It’s almost pointless, useless to explain asphyxiation. The imaginary hands are clammy and wet against your damp neck. Cold inexistent fingers lightly press upon your flesh, marking you wtih their fingerprints. The sensation changes from one second to the other, and you become conscious of every blink, or of every drop of rain falling from...
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Prealable de l’action foudroyante
“This is what accounts for the strange and characteristic mythology of the zombi. Everything is zombi. Be watchful, be suspicious of everything. Their charming or reassuring forms? A snare! A trap! Beware the crab limping down the street, the rabbit making off in the night, the over-friendly and over-seductive woman: zombi, zombi, I tell you!...
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Parking lot
When and if I finally trick the Motor Association into giving me my license, the first thing I’m going to do is label the engine wtih useful little notes. This is the starter. Or Maybe check the water valve? And maybe This is a useful car part: DO NOT REMOVE! Because I realised, while shining...
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