“DEATH IS MY VISITING CARD”- KATTRADHU THAMIZH

What follows is not a review of Kattradhu Tamizh. I will not, at any point in this piece of writing, recommend or oppose the viewing of this film by anyone. However, I will… Continue reading

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NO MORE TV DINNERS!

NEW YORK CITY, NY: Tragedy struck the entire world at 1:19 PM yesterday when a number of robotically controlled microwave ovens in a small, nondescript corner of New York City stopped functioning, leading… Continue reading

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CLICKTHUD

doors closing one by one   each sliver of light thin ning   blinding darkness growing with each clickthud   one by one closing doors    

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BRIAN HALL

WARNING: CONTENT MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME READERS 18 July 1991   My Dear Agent Benson, The newspapers tell me that you aren’t getting anywhere with the murder of 8 year old Brian… Continue reading

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THE HOLY TRINITY

  1. a distant glimmer ever deepening comfort i don’t want to go   2. time’s little present the surface of a fractal a search for meaning   3. a distant glimmer ever… Continue reading

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NATURE’S PRANK

Clanking, whirring, gears turning, Running down a murky slope, We, the Emperors of Earth, Seek Purpose.   Goaded by the ultimate quest, The hunt for meaning, We are enslaved by the glint of… Continue reading

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BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL-CHAPTER 1

What you are about to read was the first piece of writing that I ever did.I wrote it two years ago, and I intended it to be a parody of the ‘fantasy’ genre.… Continue reading

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THE END

On a pleasant summer’s day, Near the end of May, During our first meeting, My heart stopped beating.   You held me in your arm, And gave me a dream. A song! A… Continue reading

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THE PROCESS

It may come as a surprise to the few people who read this blog that this isn’t a pretentious, horribly written short story about a robot who is trying to become a human.… Continue reading

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TO A STREETLAMP

On that rusted stalk she stands, A solitary petal, her neck bent, Cradling her fat glass child, Whose insides burn yellow.   O, Herald of night, O, Bringer of light, Your yellow glow,… Continue reading

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