Roger

 

The acting thing wasn’t going great. I was in a play, but it was unpaid, overly long, am-dram and terrible. I was dressed as a yokel and had to wear fake freckles over my real ones. I wrote myself a note that I stuck on my wall, it said – NO MORE ACTING IN PLAYS. I was sleeping with one of the lead actors who only ate pies and protein shakes. When we met up and decided to call it off I smoked three cigarettes. It wasn’t stressful; I just thought it should’ve been. My flatmate was an alcoholic on the methadone programme who loved Judas Priest and Dolly Parton. He was currently addicted to prescription painkillers and passed out most nights to the sound of the opening title sequence of The Sopranos or The Godfather. The night before my new job, The Godfather seeped into my dream, and I dreamt my flatmate was ripping up our floorboards with a crow bar. I laughed about the dream at work the next day, as I fed another double-sided sheet of paper into the photocopier in preparation for scanning. Watching the magic of two turning into one.

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Hatch

Svetlana’s body could longer stand the cold; she shivered at the bus stop while fingering the cross around her neck. She’d moved to Prague from Most, away from her parents, and from their neighbours’ stares and the gossip that echoed the halls of their apartment building. She placed a hand on her swollen belly. She was pregnant, due in four weeks. 

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beehive buried in sand = baklava = sandcastle soaked in honey

Sun showers. Dripping and heaps shiny. Everything so blinding because it’s wet as and reflecting the sun which is a big ball that’s on fire a really long way away from us.

We are an ideal distance from a large ball thats on fire.

In a spot where our front isn’t being burnt but is hot enough that it offsets the temperature of our back, which faces out into the cold dark.

If you looked at someone’s bare arm from the side while they were facing a large fire you could tell the difference between their front and back because there would be a type of shadow like the one on the moon when its half-full.

1. Moon Transition Line Image

I would like to stand on the half-full moon halfway-in and halfway-out of the shadow. Like standing on a cosmic state-line.

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This Is Kind Of About You And Kind Of About Some Things I Read On the Internet

Part I: I Wish You Would Call Me

I am feverish in my apartment. Getting myself off with one hand and holding a cup of Fantastic noodles in the other. I’m not sure what “Oriental” is supposed to taste like but it is not the taste you want in your mouth when you finally squirt during the opening sequence of Today Tonight. Continue reading