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January 6, 2010

I'm honored that Broken Bulbs has been chosen to be featured on the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography's list of Best Experimental Novels!!!
From the CCLaP:
"Who knew that the twisted surrealist William S. Burroughs would end up leaving such a pervasive cultural legacy by the time the 2000s rolled around? Known formally as "body horror," [...:]
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FADE IN:
INT. PIZZERIA
Dusty walks into the restaurant and approaches the counter. An angry, tough-looking Italian man is twirling dough in the air.

DUSTY
Uh, hey man, I'm lookin' for Lester.

PIZZA MAN
For what?

DUSTY
Uh…is he here?

PIZZA MAN
No.

DUSTY
Do you know where–?
The pizza man tosses the dough on the counter.
PIZZA MAN
(angry)
What the fuck business is it [...:]
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December 30, 2009

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She sat me at my desk with a number two pencil and made me take a test.
Never Sometimes Always
1. I am frequently constipated.
1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6
2. I am easily [...:]
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December 23, 2009

Check out a free preview of Broken Bulbs on fReado.

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Read. Rate. Review. Enjoy.
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December 22, 2009


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FADE IN:

EXT. NEWMAN DRIVE – PRESENT DAY – NIGHT

A typical suburban street.

Dusty slowly drives along in a '87 Corolla. He smokes a cigarette and looks at the numbers of each house then glances at a PIECE OF PAPER.

He stops the car at NUMBER 86. He references the paper; it says 86 NEWMAN DR.

He pulls the car around the next corner, gets out and walks toward the house. A POSTAL BAG is slung over his shoulder.

He goes around to the side of the house and climbs a...

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December 17, 2009


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"Hi, this is Bonnie for Inspicorp. Thanks for your interest in Inspirational Toothpaste. This is your inspirational message for the week. 'When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.' Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Keep an eye out for more messages and samples from your friends at Inspicorp. Keep on brushing! Bye!"

Each week a new box arrived. Each week a new message. Each week more toothpaste. Each week more Bonnie.

Her voice was like a...

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December 14, 2009


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FADE IN:


INT. Hall – APARTMENT 86N – PRESENT DAY

THE GUY, tall, tough, middle-aged, in a suit, fedora and a pair of super thick, standard-issue, COKE-BOTTLE GLASSES knocks several times.

He looks at a piece of paper in his hand and looks at the number on the door. It's the right place.

From inside the apartment:


DUSTY (O.C.)

Hang on, hang on, man.

We hear a bunch of LOCKS unlocking.

The Guy removes his glasses and slides them into the inside pocket of his...

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December 8, 2009


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"Hi this message is for Mr. Frank Fisher Jr. This is Ellen Bergenmen from the registration office at Newman Community College…"

I had a toothache. A very, very bad toothache.

"We're calling to inform you that since we have not received payment for this semester's classes you have officially been dropped and will have to reregister if you plan on attending Newman this semester…"

It rattled my skull. It shook my existence.

"If you have any questions about...

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December 3, 2009


A photographic interpretation of Frank Fisher's blood in the sink by Sammy Beatrice.

"But the throbbing was deafening, the pain was sharp and the blood flowed. So I stuffed my mouth with toilet paper, gauze, old t-shirts, anything that could sop the mess. But nothing could stop the throb. It was like the beat of a dance song that you can't stand at the wedding reception of two people that you hate, and it was the soundtrack to my life."

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December 2, 2009


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FADE IN:

INT. CLASSROOM – FIFTEEN YEARS AGO

A fifth grade class sits in small desks. A teacher, Mrs. McWick sits at a desk in the front. Next to her, 11-year-old DUSTY stands and reads from a composition notebook.

DUSTY

"He took a bottle of smelling salts and put it under my nose. I opened my eyes in a jolt. Then the guy said,'You little prick, I'm gonna kill you as soon as we get to my farm!' I had to do something. But what?"


He looks up the class as he...

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