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My Life As A French Film

BizTel Corp #43

September 29, 2011

I don’t know. What do you think? I think we’re already about two weeks late on this project, and it doesn’t really matter, soo… I just feel like the red font… in bold, it feels like it’s yelling at me, and in plain text, it just kind of blends in. I sometimes get the feeling [...]

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The Flenser’s Lament

August 20, 2011

I started flensing because I thought it was something I could do in the days, something that wouldn’t take up a whole lot of mental space when I was off the clock, which would ensure I had plenty of time to work on my art. My art was going to be my ticket out of [...]

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Susan Sontag Vs. Joyce Carol Oates

July 21, 2011

    In this dream I have, Susan Sontag is probably in her late fifties, and Joyce Carol Oates is in her late twenties, early thirties. Weirdly, though, they’ve both written all the books they will ever write. And they hate each other in this way I can’t really explain. JCO calls Sontag a loudmouth [...]

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My Life As A French Film #12: Saturday Morning Youth League Soccer Game

March 15, 2011

How has it come to this? By what means have I found myself here, in this place? The sun. The sun is piercing my brain. Go Colton! Get the ball! Hustle! Let’s go, Gingersnaps! You meet someone, and though you have little in common the ensnarement of familiarity pulls you ever forward. And when this [...]

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