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October 14, 2012

October 13, 2012

Voca’s Department Store – Vesper Heliotropic Excerpt

“Are you being punished?” Camille asked her after a short while of the two girls just looking at each other. “Why don’t you come and find out?” The girl spat back, smiling intensely, curling her legs up a bit, and playing with her hot red pigtails. “Oh my God!” Camille tore a glance back at [...]
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Published on October 13, 2012 08:34

October 11, 2012

October 10, 2012

New Art Series! Neal Cormier Kiittie Greeting Cards!

Click here to shop for low priced Neal Cormier Kiiiittie Greeting Cards! There’s going to be a whole series of different kinds of crrrazzy Kiiitties. This is the first, let me know what you think…
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Published on October 10, 2012 06:56

Terror Is a Medium.

Terror Is a Medium. Confluence. Play. Waiting for the idea to make its final approach. My feet are getting weighty inside dress shoe sneakers. My dress is black and I can feel appendages gathering light from under me. Somewhere I know this is being written down at the pace of my ankles on a new [...]
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Published on October 10, 2012 05:53

October 9, 2012

My Lord.

“My Lord.” The Gentleman lifted his voice as if to salute, then sat up on the large black leather couch. “My Lord?”  “Give me a command,” he said, as if in recitation at the half used detergent bottle marked ‘Lord Darbosol.’ A glass of red wine, deep in color as was his voice in pitch, [...]
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Published on October 09, 2012 05:36

October 8, 2012

my soul early

Hitler entered my soul early. Pain. I remember. the skeleton walks in the night oh, its my mother though. I internalized pain before I learned to walk my mom, a skeleton when not on lipids. for 20 years she died when I was 20. without high technology I’d never have known her no wonder media [...]
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Published on October 08, 2012 07:23

October 7, 2012

Last Night.

sitting in the brisk evening, a glass of red with danish blue cheese and warming my hands to my fathers poetry…we live in an age where this can be done, the tribal involvement…my dad tells me his father shook his hand …after years of service in Nam. shook his fuckin hand..
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Published on October 07, 2012 07:11

October 5, 2012

October 4, 2012

Vesper Heliotropic Dystopian Sci-Fi Graphic Novel (Excerpt)

2. the house RD AUTO Message: 1064, Sun 4, Octobre 2089 – Washington D.C. Off-Line USC-CAMBIAN City Territory: ‘CAMBIAN CITY’ | It was a dark blue nighttime. 18-064 Rhode Island Ave stood like a beaten-in jack-o-lantern. Hazy rafters of nauseated yellow light shot from the long vertical windows of tall row house doors that seemed [...]
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Published on October 04, 2012 09:28

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Terror is a medium.

You are included.

Your life is changing.

Your family's changing.

Violence is identity.

War is Education.

The human drama must continue.

We know full well, we are already obsolete.

The year
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