ben_mines
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He woke to the amazing sight of a door in his bedroom wall that had not been there before and made a terrible mistake: He opened it.
about 8 hours ago
via web
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He does not ingest his food orally. He makes large slits in his body with a razor blade and stuffs food into the slits and sews them up.
8:36 PM May 31st
via web
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She told him, rather unwisely, on the Golden Gate Bridge. It sure was a long way down. He almost grew tired of watching her fall.
4:44 AM May 31st
via Twitter for iPhone
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But I will smile at the disapprobation of the judge, smile as the noose is put on and smile, forever, through the swarming flames of Hell.
4:28 AM May 31st
via web
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The police arrive. Red and blue lights flash. They pound on the door. Still he lingers, staring sadly down at her beautiful, mutilated body.
3:54 AM May 31st
via web
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In an aerial photograph of an alluvial fan, he saw the forking veins of her wrist; in a constellation, her freckles. She was everywhere.
10:35 PM May 29th
via Twitter for iPhone
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You pack and I do not try to stop you; I consent under compulsion; having been forced, I am willing. Coactus volui. I love you. Goodbye.
11:51 PM May 27th
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It wasn't indecision. He knew what he wanted: To divide himself in two and live two simultaneous lives, one with her and one without.
10:51 PM May 27th
via web
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His sadness was oceanic and like the ocean he could turn his back on it but still he felt it behind him, seething, unfathomable, inhuman.
3:04 PM May 25th
via web
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He felt almost nothing. Like the sphericity of the planet to one standing on its surface, what was happening was too vast to perceive.
2:15 PM May 25th
via web
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Now I am the wind that covers your face with hair; now the headlights of a car that catch your teeth. I am with you but you do not know it.
5:46 AM May 24th
via web
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But as he jumped a sunburst splayed through the trestlework of the bridge and patched the water with irregular polygons of light and shadow.
3:45 AM May 24th
via web
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He felt horrible, revolting, like a man-shaped mass of interlocked animals on the point of bursting disgustingly and multitudinously apart.
3:40 AM May 24th
via web
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The problem is he is not insane enough. His illness does not inspire compassion or even morbid curiosity. He is just a mediocre lunatic.
3:34 AM May 24th
via web
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The tumultuous ugly caw of a bird
hits a nerve that brings to mind a thousand shapes of broken things
I cannot connect or classify.
2:02 AM May 24th
via Twitter for iPhone
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Pullulating bodies, tyres, telephones and wringing hands, graveyards, highways, rubbish fires, hospitals and rubber bands.
2:01 AM May 24th
via Twitter for iPhone
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Weedgrown regions of memory which, like the exclusion zone fenced off after a nuclear disaster, are inimical to health and must be avoided.
10:17 PM May 22nd
via Twitter for iPhone
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"You're gorgeous," Ian said, spilling his drink. But the girl left with another man and Ian returned to his mental index of suicide methods.
2:29 AM May 22nd
via Twitter for iPhone
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During the flight, Ian slept and dreamed the plane went down. They landed. But it wasn't a dream. The customs officer welcomed him to hell.
10:38 PM May 17th
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To those who quote as the sage words of Shakespeare the sophistries of Iago: A writer's characters do not reflect a writer's character.
12:24 AM May 17th
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