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THE BLUE CAR FLOOD OF ‘69
Soon after, in what was to be the first of several poor choices, I moved out of the room with the cockroaches. It had been nearly 2 weeks since I had undertaken this new phase in my life. I knew loneliness and misery would be my destiny but upon embracing them I was ….well, lonely and miserable.
Read MoreBAD POETRY IS HEAVY MAN
Two women had recently moved into the apartment above me. I had not met them. Late that dark winter’s night there was a knock at the door. I opened it. The young women rushed into the room both talking at once.
Read MoreTHE EDITING OF ACME DREAMS
However, I have been warned by people familiar with the internet and web sites such as this, that it is not wise to post long diatribes. Evidently people are merely amusing themselves on the internet and do not have the time for serious matters….such as my life.
Read MoreHALLUCINATING IN REAL TIME
Suddenly a blinding light hit me with its full force. Clear as day a 1956 Ford (blue, 2 door) was barreling straight toward us at a speed that seemed physically impossible.
Read MoreAPPARATUS DU MESMER
Uncle Dick was standing next to a tractor in an Arkansas cotton field. I could still smell the dankness from the attic that morning.
"Boy "he said " You been tryin' to mesmerize me"
Read MoreNote:
All names will be changed in the future to protect the innocent ….Ed Haddaway will hence be known as NED BATTAWAY
Read MoreCONVERSATIONS WITH MURT
“First you get people on the internet to enjoy reading wonderful stories about your life and times. You come up with these new stories every week. Then after a while they get to know the real you and they feel sorry for you or something.... and before you know it they buy a 30 foot tall sculpture and you can go to Hawaii ” I said
“YOU WANT PEOPLE TO FEEL SORRY FOR YOU?” Murt asked abruptly, raising his voice.“You WANT pity ?! ……PITY?!...
