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Author Archives: The Mark
What heaven is really like
Tell me then, about the bureaucracy of heaven.
something meaningful the joy of the indescribable joy of my every day
Another project idea
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There is a universe in which I would now say “XX XXX XXXX XX XXXX XXX?” and XX would say “XXX”.
Walking home
He walked home from the nude beach following the railroad tracks that lead to his house. No longer in use, and pleasantly overgrown with the sun reflecting off them in spots that had mysteriously stayed corrosion free. A man walked towards him. “Hi,” he said. “Go to hell,” the man replied without a hint of irony.
Some band I saw on Granville St
“Remember, you have everything you will ever need.” That’s easy for you to say, you’re good looking and can play the violin.
There must be more than this
Drunk at the train station he didn’t feel like writing, he felt like throwing it all away, and learning to surf, staring out at lonely, empty beaches on the edge of the world, smelling the salt in the air, and getting held under by currents, communing with death, and then bursting through, back to the surface, back to life.
Wolf eats face
Wolf eats face: a novel of epic proportions.
Double standards
“I can’t deal with having to look at somebody with a hole in their throat,” she said, casually lighting a cigarette.