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I remember this movie once with Charlton Heston. He was supposed to be the last man on earth, but of course he wasn’t. There was a black chick, a whole commune full of kids, and albinos in ray-bans around every corner. That’s just as well. It would have been a deadly boring movie otherwise. I know because I AM the last man on earth. No kidding. No catch. There are no other men on earth. Worse than that, no women either–not so much as a fucking she-male! I’m it. The very last human that will ever exist anywhere. In fact it’s damn stupid of me even to record this. But what the hell. There’s nothing else to do. |
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June 10th, 2007
Shiva Descending a Staircase
May 14th, 2007
To Mallory
What power you hold
In your cheery cherub cheeks,
Sparkling dark eyes,
And slyly coy smile.
You are a see saw
Large enough to move the world
And open a stranger’s
Steely grey daytimer heart
Like a popup book.
May 1st, 2007
The Monkee is the message
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Think of all of the dangers that the Monkees faced in their 60 or so adventures, yet how often was one of them beheaded? Hardly ever, and never fatally. |
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March 14th, 2007
A new urban myth concerning GMOs
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I took a pair of salad tongs and fished around in the blood to find each piece of tomato. One after the other they came out mushy and sagging. I had pulled out about 10 of the 22 before I found one that had sprouted. I could tell by the feel of it even through the tongs. It was more solid and had a different texture. |
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March 13th, 2007
Reborn
The day Christ died
Like a Bhudda on the road
The veil of the sky was rent
The cloak of the temples fell
And all the pure beckoning beauty of the heavens
Spilled down upon me
Cleansing me.
Redefining me.
The day Christ died
The earth shook
Time stopped–reversed
The eleventh hour became the ninth
And at last again
Through eyes like a child’s
I saw
The glory that had passed return
And all around me shone
Mysterious
Enticing, and new
The day Christ died
Jesus was born
A son and brother of Man
And so was I.
March 10th, 2007
Under the Radar
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As she was about to sip from the plastic glass, the plane lurched. Soda plopped onto the tray, bubbling. She froze with the cup suspended, held with forefinger and thumb. Her blue eyes, now quite wide open, moved about as she listened to the strange creaking groan that seemed to be coming from the walls of the plane itself. The sound quickly subsided. Eventually she looked over at Seth, moving only her head. “Is it supposed to do that?” |
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January 29th, 2007
The Danger of Love in a Laboratory Setting
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The earth swept out a quarter of its orbit as I persistently failed to ask her out. The ideas we shared grew more and more exciting. If our hypothesis proved correct it would mean time translation of macro objects. Every experiment we ran supported that possibility! |
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January 17th, 2007
Morning Sickness
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In the living room: furniture in disarray. Sofa pulled haphazardly from the wall. End table upset. Chair flung away from the corner. On the wall in the archway: drying streaks of milk the width of little hands. The water creeps out from under the bathroom door. The dark stain grows down the hallway. |
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January 1st, 2007
Our Aliens, Ourselves
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I remember thinking early on that there was something strange about the way the surgical masks of the aliens moved. The full horrible truth was not apparent, however, until one of them sneezed and blew his off. |
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Motel
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Rita froze, unable even to breathe. The knob turned slightly and flipped back. “Joe?” she quavered. She saw a dot of red liquid peek from under the door and soak into the dirt on the jaundiced linoleum. |
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