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Ramshackle days. You’re on a train, in a car, riding a bike, a bus, a plane, anything, and something jostles and makes a noise that you associate with cheap plastic and dead toys. The train car sways violently, the plane … Continue reading
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It’s time to take a stand in my life, and squid-gods, drugstore employees and fucking Santa Claus will not stop me from eating uncooked microwavable food. Continue reading
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Giant chain hardware stores are possibly the entrance to hell. Continue reading
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[Omitted] continues with the pain of existence, now on the bus ride home. Continue reading
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A rival drugstore places its claim on the narrator’s soul. Continue reading
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At work, again. Or still, I can’t tell. Days flicker by and meld together, like binge watching a television show. You don’t even see the intro anymore. You just see a big stupid idiot going about his routine. I … Continue reading
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I get a job interview at a teleservice company. I go in the office and they make me talk to a Spanish lady over the phone. I read the script. I ask for her money. “Yes. Okay.” The manager and … Continue reading
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Character falls in love, loses his blood, passes out. Continue reading
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