Tag: life
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Tasting beauty
When my old man who madethe walls of our bungalowbend and shiver with his loud,grating voice and shatteredthe mirrors with just a glancesaid, “Don’t waste your lifehating me. I’m not worth it,”my thoughts rose like a crescendoa rhythmic increase in criesfor retribution and judgement-laced,“He’s using self-pity to toy withyour feelings!” But somethingthat language cannot explain,that […]
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Comic-Con
Comic-Con in this cityis a dull affair,not much cosplay andtoo many stalls, you’ll find a fewKylo Rens facing off a Scorpionor a Sub-Zero and wonderwhy NetherRealm hasn’t addeda Star Wars character to oneof its DLCs. Is it because Disneywould find the idea of Chewbaccawith his fury clawsfeasting on Sonya Bladerepulsive? Or is it somethingto do […]
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Light
Remember when we usedto stand on the dividerat ten in the night andwatch the passing cars,there was something aboutthe light they emitted:broad beamssweeping across the darknesslike an ethereal ideablanketing the rough terrainof a jaded mind,a spark of blessedness,simple and antitheticalto problem-solving afterhours of rumination,the mellower orange splashesfrom the street lampsadded to the allure,saturating us with […]
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Affection
I don’t know if being loved changes someone, rewires some fundamental code in his programming, helping him take his eyes of decadence – the screech of a record player, the confusion on stage as the artist trips and makes a fool of himself, the mistake-ridden countermelody that ruins the fugue – and focus on something […]
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Meeting my former self
If I were to find him insome shady bar,stuffing his mouth with lemonchicken or chilly pork betweengulps of harsh rum, I’d say,“Let go. You’ll never getyour revenge. Not every dog hashis day.” He’ll probably smileand harbour more bitterness,add me to the list of people who’vewronged him, hoping that he’d oneday walk holding some hot girl’shand […]
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Wasted years
At the end of the day, thejoints flare-up, and the bodyhurts, the fingers, spindle-shapedand the toes, warm, the gut, a ballof pain. I have a condition Iwon’t name, but I thinkthe weight of wasted yearspressing downincreases its intensity. Weeds andthornbushes; slate and coal;sewers and slushy streets;shattered glass and obsidian.Relationships based onvisions of future togethernessunder bluish […]
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Sweet Oblivion
Here I am, leaning against the wall in my bathroom with its white ceiling and cold, grey floor, drinking away my sorrows, each sip a step closer to a semblance of euphoria, a transient happiness, forgetting the mistakes of the past and the relative obscurity I live in – no friends to whine to, no […]
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The great addiction
I used to buy a pack of Marlboro Reds from a dingy cigarette shop on the street outside my apartment complex. I’d then return, sit on my balcony infused with the neon twilight of dusk, smoke and convulse in the throes of guilt. What am I doing with my life? Does this all end in […]
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