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3:30am and Orlando International Airport has, for once, chosen mercy. There is nobody in security. Not a short line, not a manageable line, actually nobody, most of the checkpoints are closed and the few employees standing around seem almost surprised to see passengers. I remember…
Fuck you. All of you. Go on, eat a dick. funny, but not really, how one person can shit in a well and suddenly every drink of water tastes wrong. used me like an ego IV. called me Dora and eagerly went exploring: love, sex, tenderness and affection, all the things he had spent fort…
TCSB owns NLPW and MCMF. except TMFI owns TCSB. except TMFI pays the employees. NLPW is still the securities-facing DBA, except sometimes TMFI is the name in the room and apparently whether a name is in the room is a thing i now need to define with a straight face. w-2 or dba. dba…
the horny labrador has been making plans. jesus. a few dirty messages and now he wants to know where he's going to sleep. i was having a fine time seeing what a sentence could do to him. now he wants an appointment for the rest of me. he can wait. i'm at dinner with the brass, work…
i thought i had given myself plenty of time. it ordinarily takes about an hour to get to the airport. i gave myself two, and at eight-thirty most people would already be at work, or so i had reasoned, having apparently forgotten that other people can be counted on to be wherever i…
i think my biggest ambition as a writer is to someday write a really good piece about an inchworm crossing a leaf. because have you watched one? the front of it goes somewhere. its rear comes up to meet it. and the middle has to go overhead to accommodate the arrangement. then it s…
T.O.O. think of others. my mother said it like some people say grace. often enough that eventually you stop hearing the words and start living inside them. notice who is uncomfortable. move. give them safe space. as much as they need. make yourself smaller if necessary. do not leav…
i could write. hell, i've got things to say, and just enough sense left to know which words go where. i keep calling them things i 'want' to write about.
