| What I smelled wasn't skin
and hair but only... 625 |
[Mar. 4th, 2010|03:28 am] |
What I smelled wasn't skin
and hair but only salt water
Pallid arms reached for meMembranes of sand
smoked off them in the windThe moon shone
through themI held up the flashlightAnd its barrel was plastic rather than
stainless steel
"You might want a look at this before you go
giving away kisses, though," I said"It came from
the glove compartment of Jack Cantori's carThe
one with Perse inside is locked in Elizabeth's
safe
The thing froze, and when it did, the wind off the
Gulf tore away the last semblance of humanityIn
that moment I was confronting nothing but a
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| I fished a little tube
of Elmer's Glue from my... 457 |
[Feb. 15th, 2010|03:50 am] |
I fished a little tube
of Elmer's Glue from my breast pocket, and began
fixing it in placeWhen I came back around, it
was perfectLooked that way to me, anyway
I pointed at Wireman's forehead"This is your
brain," I saidThen I pointed at my easel"This
is your brain on canvas
"It's a joke, Wireman
"I don't get it," he said
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We ate like football players that nightI asked
Wireman if he was seeing any better and he shook
his head regretfully"Things are still mighty
black on the left side of my world, EdgarWish I
could tell you different, but I can't
I played him Nannuzzi's messageWireman laughed
and pumped his fistIt |
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| I want to thank my wife, the novelist Tabitha... 104 |
[Feb. 13th, 2010|04:14 am] |
I want to thank my wife, the novelist Tabitha King,
who read this book in an early draft and suggested
valuable changes |
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| The real sport is holding onto the tailgate of a... 453 |
[Feb. 12th, 2010|04:05 am] |
The real sport is holding onto the tailgate of a fast freight truck and highballing it fifteen miles out of townHis mother makes him get a job working as delivery boy in a butcher store, and he does that for a couple of years
When he is thirteen one of the women to whom he delivers meat seduces him
Oh, hello, she says, opening the door, you're MrsCzienwicz's son, lady
Yeah, I know your mother
Where you want the meat, lady?
Over thereHe puts it down, looks at her
Sit down, you must be tired
Naah, I got a lot of ordersYeah, all right, maybe I will
Afterward, he feels as if his education is completedHe has known for a long time that there is no man you can trust, |
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| Hello, my account friends 578 |
[Feb. 10th, 2010|10:59 pm] |
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Welcome to my first blog |
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| "Related: Xu Jinglei Creates High-Fashion Du Lala |
[Feb. 3rd, 2010|02:29 pm] |
"Related: Xu Jinglei Creates High-Fashion Du Lala
Check out the first batch of stills from the upcoming film 'Du Lala's Promotion' by actress-turned-director Xu Jinglei. Xu juggles her acting and directing work throughout filming in Pattaya, Thailand, while celebrated American costume designer Patricia Field adds a touch of her fashion flair to the film as costume advisor. [Photo: ent.163.com] " |
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