21 Days Out

In my backpack there is a slim yellow folder bearing a simple sheet full of boxes with initials, dates, my own name in reverse order and one big grey stamp that reads DEPLOYABLE. I haven’t moved it yet, filed it away as I ought to, or even sorted its documents, though I have inspected the [...]

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At least I don’t sink when I’m on my back anymore

My swimming technique can probably best be described as synchronous flailing, until I get tired, when it becomes a sort of languors fight to stay afloat. In brighter moments, when energized, I may even look like a furious jellyfish when on my back, or a beaver when on my front, but delicate, stealthy and smooth [...]

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Non (sense/sequitur)

Apply the white cream out of the blue jar as soon as he leaves, and advise him of the same. It’s a good time had by both, though I think we both believe each of us had the better time, if only because that is how we are.
I should have stopped paying attention to the [...]

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Mine eyes have seen: hair

Today I saw someone cut my hair for the first time, or at least in 20 years. It’s a weird feeling, surrendering that turned up sensation to every clip, move of head and buzz to actually seeing the hair take shape. It’s all quite, quite strange.

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I have six neatly stacked gladware containers with stew in my fridge, and they sit there as the next 6 days strech ahead, and I don’tknow that i can sit and eat the same thing six nights in a row. And yet I could sit on my couch and play the same computer game six [...]

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Temp

I dismantled my desk earlier today. I hadn’t really used it or the reason it still existed, so it was time to get rid of it. It was never much more than functional, and it was good at being functional. The PC is stripped down, keeping the nice graphics card, the DVD-R, and the brand [...]

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Jag som vill andas ut

Nu har jag haft en sån vecka som man aldrig vill ha för ofta. Det är inte så att den var tragisk eller nå’t, men jag är så trött på folk, och trött på att vara trött på dem. Vad jag än sa blev fel, och till sist,  idag, har jag ingen ork kvar. Jag [...]

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McMeany and other stories

So they added another character to Grey’s Anantomy, an Army O-4 I jokingly named McMeany (that will be his nickname, or some derivation thereof, I just know it, until he becomes all human and cuddly) who is going to be Christina’s new Burke. Not classically handsome or hot and kinda, a little rough (but not [...]

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What are YOU doing here?

No need to be long winded. The title refers to a question that has been asked twice this weekend. Once at the DC Eagle (a google search will answer any questions but suffice to say it’s a genteel watering hole for the non-vegan crowd) by a man in a very stretchy rubber suit, and then [...]

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Post

One early morning last week, while my dreams were still there, I heard a propeller through the morning air. I keep my window open on these cool spring nights, as I reconnect with the worlds. It was strange; we’ve been a no fly zone for years, even before that crisp, beautiful autumn day put an [...]

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