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.
Tag Archives: Metazen
Hitler’s Angel (A Meta Christmas Carol)
December 25, 2009 – 5:28 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in rootedInlove
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Tagged 2009, book, children, Christmas, goodness, Jessica Mary Claus, metafiction, Metazen, Santa Claus
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Art space
Thornton thought the abandoned castle would make a wonderful gallery space. Its remoteness and romance differed royally from the artistic dankness of downtown and would attract the casual wanderer as well as hunters and boy scouts.
November 28, 2009 – 11:43 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in thePictureGoers
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Tagged art, contest, conversion, experiment, furry, gallery, girlfriend, Hinton, metafiction, Metazen, wilderness
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The Law of the Jungle
A feline predator came across a Gruiform and experienced that most fleeting of feelings, a moment of felicity between bird and mammal, ornithology and therology, beauty and beast.
four fundamentalist teenagers in front of a metropolitan railway car
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 thePictureGoers
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Tagged contest, country, fundamentalist, gun, Metazen, railway, school, teenagers, youth
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My hood
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 attribute …
October 21, 2009 – 9:36 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in autoEroticpilot
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Tagged father, fidelity, greatness, hood, man, Metazen, writer
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Potato Mash
Honey-coated cashews stood next to her bedside table and her lampshade carried long-forgotten symbols that had last been seen during the first crusade. She was of mixed breeding which amounted to no breeding at all.
Podcast [8:25m]: Download
October 11, 2009 – 3:22 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in storiesFromtheEdge
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Tagged elianna, god, granny, Metazen, podcast, pork, potato mash
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