December 2011
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Recollections on a Cloud-Choked Night
I have seen the world and it is burning; I have seen my flesh and it is burning; I have seen the topless towers of Ilium come cascading Down down down And burning To the deepest pit Is burning And my eyes Are burning and opening wider than I have ever known. But these sockets– They sputter sparks like an engine And scatter cinders in spirals. All this is burning And this is truth.
I believe...
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An Evening's Thaw [For Those Who Would Like To... →
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An Evening's Thaw [Part Five]
“Hello? Is that Mr. Jeremy Clapham? I’m afraid that I will be requiring your services tonight.”
When Evelyn’s eyes rolled to again, the operation was complete. Jeremy Clapham, pet taxidermist and avid amateur surgeon, had transplanted the courage of eleven or twelve gerbils – we still are not sure if one got away – directly into Mr. Peters’ brain. He gave a few blinks and regarded us wearily.
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An Evening's Thaw [Part Four]
I thought of leaving him, but resolved that he would only fester in my cupboards and cause a great mess, and so I was forced to root him out using an ingenious – if I do say so myself – trap composed of a burning watermelon. Sure enough, he was drawn out of the dark and toward the sizzling, succulent flesh of the fruit. (I cannot think of a single man who would not do the same.) After that, the...
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An Evening's Thaw [Part Three]
He fumbled his way into my office a mere three weeks after enrolling in a course I was teaching. I cannot remember the subject. But I can remember the look on his face as he inched forward across my office floor — it was like a sea cucumber, all damp and terrified. Trying to ease his evident panic at having to face another human being, I offered him a cigarette. It was an hour later that I...