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| This site is dead. I am in the process of moving the content, as well as adding new content - if indeed there are those that read here still. I feel like perhaps I am talking to ghosts, my desire for them to watch me, watch over me making them real enough. If there are no readers, there is no harm in me wishing there were; if there are readers, there is only happiness that you've stuck it out this long. Soon, quite soon, I'll have another url for you, I'll put it here, and you will again help me dream my disjointed dreams. |
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There is not much to offer, not here amongst the pixels and glow of electronic devices, not much to offer at all; you will not find a hot shower here, nor will you refresh yourself with a warmed towl handed to you by ever-caring attendants.
I, for my part, do not care so much about your personal comfort. Think of it not as an overwhelming bout of apathy, but instead as a lack of sympathy.
Anything not credited on this page, I wrote.
All illustrations are shamelessly stolen and used without permission, without profit. If you are the original copyright holder, and hate me for finding your illustrations compelling, let me know and I'll remove them. |
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The
Short Stories
Have
Moved
Should
You Want
To Read
Them
They Are
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Disjointed Dreams:
Not stories, not poems, not anything but fading memories and waking moments where a small truth is seen, held, and let go of. Or, alternatively, disjunction and empty
words
Both lead lives that are meant to be read
Disjointed Dreams |
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| It might be better for you if you view this site in something close to 1080/768 |
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| Oh and hey, not for nothing, there's some new work up |
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