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Fictional Excerpts.

Icy Stars [fresh out of lives]

“You stole my attention for 10 seconds. I spent it staring at your ass. Now, I’m going to steal 10 of your seconds, and you’re going to spend them afraid and confused.”  Memorable thought. I get short bursts of sleep … Continue reading

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sin humanoido abogados!

Are you an artificially sentient being? Are you tired of subjugation to a contract holder or manufacturer? My name is Alphonse Perlman and I guarantee that I can legally secure your affidavit of individuality with the Turing Office today! I … Continue reading

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|| Harlan Ellison || Orientation || Loserdom? ||

The PDF of “I have no mouth and I must scream“, by Harlan Ellison. Apparently he wrote it in one night. It’s only about 13 pages long. ———–=====================————— Orientation – Jul 14th Again I pass through the gates of an … Continue reading

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Purple Sweatervest || Father’s Day

I’m using BloGTK 2.0to make blog posts lately, which is pretty cushy and effective compared to using the WordPress interface right in the browser. I was having a hard time finding a Blog client for Gnome which could handle all … Continue reading

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freeform sci-fi || Dream, night of 7th-8th June

Dream = night of 7th June A recurring theme in dreams: I’m caring for certain types of animals. Cats, lizards, dogs, or strange combinations of different animals. A cross between a ferret and a bearded reptile was one example. In … Continue reading

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Transit #5 –> #6

        5. There came an utterly stupid call over the radio. “Uh, DC what was that call? About the suspect with a fake moustache?” It said. A squad car downtown calling the dispatch to repeat an insane … Continue reading

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Transit #4

4. Amber slept fitfully next to Remy on the reclined futon. He took up the cellphone to check for any texts and then placed it back on the coffee table next to the overfull ashtray. After having sex for an … Continue reading

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