madness
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Make it new
1 The old descriptions are no longer with us with their odes to silver-brown cobbled paths like rows of distorted chiclets stained with nicotine. We’ve spoken of dusk so many times that the muses yawn when the crickets chirp as swatches of gossamer darkness shove the rosy blooms. … Continue reading
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The sequel
This is a sequel to a post I once wrote whose name and content I don’t remember. So, like everything in life, I build this sequel on nothing, a void that’s unfathomable and unimaginable. What are memories but distorted remembrances, deceiving us by giving us a hodgepodge of emotion, words uttered, and images, and telling… Continue reading
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Resignation
I quit my job today, told my employer that it was difficult dealing with patients dressed in white acting like they knew everything. I said, “They’re clearly delusional. It’s a classic case of the patient trying to impose their will on the therapist by acting accusatory, entitled and self-important.” My employer had the gall to… Continue reading
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Eden
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace. – Milan Kundera I’m sitting on the veranda of the old mountain cottage, looking at the verdant valley when, through the deep caves of thought, I hear… Continue reading
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Tradition
People are always talking about tradition, but they forget we have a tradition of a few hundred years of nonsense and stupidity, that there is a tradition of idiocy, incompetence and crudity. – Hugo Demartini Jimmy comes to my corrugated shack every weekend and shows me his poems, asking for constructive criticism. He treks five… Continue reading
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Artist
After failing as an artist (a synonym for unemployed), I worked in a mine in rural America. Not much in those badlands, except weeds the colour of my skin, jingoists who loved guns, and Confederate flags. There were some good people like the ones who left me alone as I… Continue reading
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Endless
I’m meeting an acquaintance in the Metaverse at a virtual café he’s trying to get me to buy. The possibilities are endless, he says, and then launches into a spiel about the money I could make hosting parties and concerts, inviting musicians, displaying digital art. I look at myself in a mirror opposite us in… Continue reading
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Fire
They lived in a shabby trailer close to the Church of Sweet Revival where he served as the assistant pastor. He always wore a mask of mature righteousness, pretended he was compassionate, soft-spoken and in a pensive mood, but it gnawed at him that the pastor gave him a measly salary and rarely let him… Continue reading
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Madness
“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.” ― Charles Bukowski The pastor would return home after flirting with the ladies at the church, leading them on with quotes laced with Ecclesiastical seasoning, a fragrance that… Continue reading
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Jazz
One chord is fine. Two chords are pushing it. Three chords and you’re into jazz. – Lou Reed “No moral to this story, you will be saying, and I am afraid it is true.” – Joan Aiken Sometimes I wonder if I live in an apartment or an oubliette. I mean, there’s a cushy couch,… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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