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Adventures in Hand Washing
While at the local market, I happened to see the Hindu goddess Durga Ji, in her mask and buying hand lotion. She didn’t look happy. “What’s wrong?” I asked. She held up all eight of her dried and cracked hands, grumbling, “Fucking virus.”
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Score
Kevin watched as the old man struggled to reach his untied shoe. He offered to help him. As he knelt down and began, he didn’t see the long knife secreted inside the old man’s long coat. He had only to stab Kevin once to score his 102nd murder. As Kevin lay on the vacant sidewalk,…
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I had a Peek-a-Boo accident. Currently in the I.C.U.
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Baited
It seemed as if it were only yesterday that Scott had been fishing. But for the life of him, he couldn’t really recall when that was. Instead, he found himself sitting idly along the bank of the river he loved so well, fishing line in and its red and white bobber floating gently down the…
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Hang On, There
As if crap couldn’t get any tighter, our dryer decided to take a shit this morning. I can’t make up my mind if this is more hobo, redneck or white trash of me. One 50-foot length of nylon rope, several heavy binder clips, a TV satellite, one truck, and a broken tree branch make for…
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The pessimist sees a dark tunnel, the optimist sees a light at the end of that tunnel, the realist sees a train on the tracks of that tunnel, the train’s engineer sees three idiots standing on those tracks.
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From a Dark Space
Winslow Dunnigan spoke to the dead. He had done so since the age of seven, after a mule had kicked him in the head, knocking him utterly senseless. He never recovered from it and by the time he was ten, his parents had pulled him out of school. He eventually inherited his family’s farm. Edwin…
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Having a tough time deciding which is more worrisome: taking my temperature or weighing myself.
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The Old and New of it
same old moon but a new moon in our night sky tonight we reminisce about the old us and all things new
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So Very
At a distance, he looked old, bent, off-balance. Up close, not much changed about him, save for what he hauled on his back: a metal lawn chair. It was loaded with a bed roll, a cooking pan and a canteen, that swung precariously from the left corner of the chair. He had fashioned a set…