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.
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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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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i cry my name from the bottom of a tibetan bowl. i wind my shawl closer round my neck & i close my fly for fear i might take flight at the first sign of fear. i ask her, What’s up with you – you seem down, and she does not answer because she’s mad …