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Let’s Talk About American Horror Story

October 28, 2011 in television

I just started watching American Horror Story and I love it. It’s on the FX network, but I don’t have TV, so I did my first iTunes purchase of a show-in-progress which makes me feel very smooth indeed.

Vivien Harmon (Connie Britton)—wife, mother, and the devil’s ho (Rosemary’s Baby!)– recently had a miscarriage. She has a teenage daughter named Violet who is played by Taissa Farmiga and is the sister of Vera Farmiga who I am madly crazy in love with, so I was happy to find out that Vera has six sisters!  It’s like the Virgin Suicides but not.  There is, of course, also a man of the house, Ben, he’s a psychiatrist. Vivien walked in on him fucking one of his students, Hayden, so they moved from their modern home of bad memories which was in Boston all the way out to Los Angeles and into an old house built in 1922. Going backwards in time behaviorally and architecturally always leads to trouble. Like, use the goddamn washing machine! You’re just asking Satan to fuck your shit up if you hang your sheets when there’s a perfectly good machine inside.

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The Throne

October 27, 2011 in Poetry

 

I certainly am
a constellation of
of your interpretation;
then, in cold prayer
of Fe, something
is broken

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Tales From the Mall Food Court: Guns and Soup

October 22, 2011 in Crime and Punishment, Food And Drink

Although the following story is based on true events, the author categorically denies actually violating any of the general orders of the Flamingo Coral Beach Hills Gardens Police Department. Furthermore, anyone who is interested in enforcing the oppressive and nonsensical rules of police work should not read beyond this point. 

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I am an intruder. 

I am the unwelcome sludge that seeps into the daily conversation of their lives. 

I do not belong here. They know it. I know it.

Still, their faces are welcoming and their hand gestures affable. And although there is no genuine interest in who or what I am, they do want to know something about me: how much I am spending, and how fast can I leave when I'm done.

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What The Monument?

October 19, 2011 in Sad

Once upon a time I visited the American Memorial at Omaha Beach, France. There was a simple monument abutting a cemetery of staggering symmetry. I was impressed with the perfection and geometry of the headstones. Row upon row of crosses stood in rigid alignment. Jewish stars scattered amongst conformed to the same tight tolerances. They were not crying fields and my life wasn’t changed, but I appreciated the effort and statement.

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Soft Boys

October 15, 2011 in Wordsmoker Short Fiction

I ripped the page out of the SPIN magazine and put it on my wall.  I was sixteen and the photo made me want to stare at it.  The man in the photo was lying on an Oriental rug and gazing into the camera.  He wore a heathered T-shirt and one of his arms was hooked beneath the back of his head. The sleeve rode up and you could see a hint of hair.  His face was kind and rumpled, slightly melancholy, warm like a just shed shirt.  He was not pretty.  He was soft.

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These Gestures

October 11, 2011 in families

 

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Playing Savage

October 10, 2011 in Fishsmoker

I looked up. One of the ubiquitous, white fishing charter vans disgorged the fat man. He waddled to the stern of the great vehicle. Plucked his luggage and boxes of fish, placing them on a complimentary baggage cart. His son toddled after him, shrouded in Scent-lock Mossy Oak Breakup fleece. Six more silver-haired, affluent excavator salesman followed this pair of Americana to the ticket counter. Read the rest of this entry →

Smokies – Good Poke Versus Bad Poke Edition

October 9, 2011 in The Smokie Awards

Like you, I’ve always been under the impression that pokes were universally good. After all, we have pokes on Facebook and an award called the Pokie (which I know is referring to fucking, but it derives its name from the playful act of extending one’s finger and sliding it into the side of a neighbor, a friend, or a loved one). So I’ve blissfully gliding through life enjoying all manners of poking and being poked . . . Read the rest of this entry →

Micro-Fiction Roundup XLVI: Going Solo

October 7, 2011 in Micro-Fiction Roundup

Caught In the Act!Hi, everyone! I am on my way out to go drink and dance the night away, so I’ll be brief since I know you’re all probably not going to read this until tomorrow morning after your hangovers have subsided to a dull roar. Remember, lots of water and an ibuprofen before you go to sleep. I’ve found sleeping by the toilet eliminates the drunken bobbing and weaving on the way to expel your stomach contents. Yay for Fridays! Anyhow, quick recap of the entries:

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