He looks up in the sky and sees a single bird circle. So much space, and yet he imagines it not lonely up there. He wonders if the birds have ghosts, too, and where they go when they’re dead. He wouldn’t mind joining them when the time has come.
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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Children aren’t so good when they’re bad: when they torture their little brother for example or when they grate on my last nerve, the one I really needed to make it through this day with the slush on the road and everyone driving as if they’d contracted mad cow disease.
December 25, 2009 – 5:28 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in published, rootedInlove
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Tagged 2009, book, children, Christmas, goodness, Jessica Mary Claus, metafiction, Metazen, Santa Claus
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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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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist. Her favourite bush grows in Central Park and is called Noah’s Ark by the residents because of the myriad of animals that it shelters.
December 1, 2009 – 12:00 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in podcast, published, the serious writer, thePictureGoers, writerlyAdvice
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Tagged ark, bush, Central Park, names, Noah, podcast, serious, writer, writerly, writing
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That morning, four children appeared in front of the train, which was ready to depart and would carry them to an institution where they’d spend the day yawning while pondering how to begin their life in the most astonishing fashion.
November 19, 2009 – 2:38 pm
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By flawnt
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Posted in published, thePictureGoers
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Tagged contest, country, fundamentalist, gun, Metazen, railway, school, teenagers, youth
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He moves his household to a deserted location called Loch Llamorgan. He buys a large shovel, which he covers with tattoos lifted from a book of Maori motives. He anticipates a journey of many moons. He drives to the local liquor store and purchases supplies.
October 26, 2009 – 12:27 pm
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By flawnt
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Posted in podcast, published, the serious writer, writerlyAdvice
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Tagged CCTV, flash, Llamorgan, Maori, novel, podcast, serious, writer, writerly
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My father was a writer and a great man, and his father was a writer, as was the one before him, and he was a great writer, too. So that I got confused sometimes if greatness came from being a man, or a father, or a writer, or all of them at once, since the …
