He noticed a short, strong white hair from his beard on his tongue and decided not to take it out but see what would happen. A moment later, a tiny bear emerged from the cave of his mouth, grabbed the hair and pulled it on his lap to play with it.
He was supposed to place photographs of his family, if he had them, on the desk. He was not supposed to leave a pair of handcuffs or a butt plug, if he had them, laying around on that desk.
“I give traditional Soviet toaster”, Woshinsky said to the bride, handing her a grey metal box covered with large, red Cyrillic letters and the picture of a happy socialist couple touching a silvery toaster.
The longer I lie here, listening to my still functioning electronic innards, the more afraid I grow of detonating after all this time. I don’t share your gods, but I pray I shall die a silent death.
A supermodel, carrying a large Valentine’s box, fell from her considerable, prized height on the ice in front of the grocer’s and stayed down, her long, shapely legs distorted somehow.
The stories I will write before that last one will be as prayerful as anything I have ever penned: the characters will be mild and philosophical with an even demeanour gracing my own age, like a study of butterflies at the end of their long, arduous journey.
February 7, 2010 – 3:14 pm
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By flawnt
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Posted in podcast, the serious writer
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Tagged david lodge, death, existential, fictionaut, flawnt, last story, love, pipe, podcast, serious writer, therapy, writing
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When he died, people wore dark colours and said nice things about him. They played sad music, which he wouldn’t have even liked, and they had his deathmask taken which made him look limp and not like him at all.
January 22, 2010 – 4:09 pm
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By flawnt
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Posted in autoEroticpilot, podcast, published
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Tagged BULL, father, Heretic, interview, men, Obituary, podcast, Poet
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“Only strong personalities can endure such size, the weak ones are extinguished by it”, said D., a red head with an imposing chest eyeing his cock. The serious writer, his past fogged by reckless existentialist thought, recognised the Nietzschean rudiment and smiled knowingly.
January 9, 2010 – 3:11 pm
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By flawnt
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Posted in podcast, published, the serious writer
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Tagged bratwurst, burrito, canada, cock, custard launcher, dagger, fang, frank hinton, knob, Metazen, penis, podcast, rod, serious writer, size
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On August 12, I realised that my asthma was an unwillingness to take life. That I was alive nevertheless, and remained so, was, for me, one of the many paradoxes of existence, strewn across our path as unsolvable riddles, tough mind candy to chew on. I did not care for His jokes.
December 27, 2009 – 7:46 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in podcast, published, storiesFromtheEdge
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Tagged asthma, bridge, flawnt, god, magic, marriage, pizza, podcast, suicide, wishes
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Every time I read a great line by another writer, I feel fear, in case I might, journeying the desert, come to a hut, knock at the door and, upon seeing eye to unseeing eye with my destiny, be required to speak my mind and need that line because no other will do.
December 12, 2009 – 4:23 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in podcast, published, writerlyAdvice
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Tagged authors, desert, destiny, door, fear, podcast, writer, writerly
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