A Cut of Life (a Lang story)

All lights in the small house are off.  The glow of the television illuminate the small living room, sending shadows flickering into every corner.  Lang sits, watching the black and white screen with an intense gaze of incomprehension.  Occasionally a smile will twist his face, revealing his teeth in a menacing, almost snarl-like fashion.  Blackened by Hutchinson’s disease, his teeth only ass to the demonic appearance of his face.  His…

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Application letter to Cornish

Often, some of us may sit, sipping our caffeinated drinks (or de-caff, as the case may be), taking the time to ponder just what it is that makes us do what we do. I did, and now, while listening to the inspiring music of Cat Stevens and Iron Maiden, I intend to tell you my conclusion. My tale is nothing special. In fact, it is almost a touch arrogant, but…

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I Hate Karob

I Hate Karob!                                     Jon                         Jan. ‘90   Worse than chocolate, Worse than shit. It gets in my food, Ruining it! You think it tastes good? Well you’re a prick! You puss sucking butt-lick, Suck on my dick!   *I hate Karob!  I hate Karob! Tastes all yucky!  Tastes all fucky! I hate Karob!  I hate Karob! I hate Karob, I hate Karob, I hate Karob!   You health food cunt!…

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Transubstantiate

Transubstantiate!                            Arn & Jon            Jan. ‘90   *Transubstantiate!  Transubstantiate!  Transubstantiate! Don’t you want to feed the masses? Transubstantiate!  Transubstantiate!  Transubstantiate!  Words!   It was written in the paper. It was really meant to be. We are crying for rebellion. They’re all fuckers can’t you see! We don’t need them as our leaders. We don’t need those fucks at all! We can make our own decisions. They will die if…

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It cuts like a knife, love

He’s good, that Kevin. Running from me into the theater. It’s dark. I like it. I can almost make out the entire set from my crouched position behind the lighting board. Without the lights, it almost feels eerie. My hand tightens around the slender blade I’m holding. It comforts me. Suddenly I hear a thumping through the ceiling above me. I smile. The catwalks. Such are the disadvantages of having…

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Star Trek: The Dream

The dream is animated with old Star Trek dolls. Start/stop frame animation is used. Camera is slowly circling through a background of darkness. Pass 1: (Spock and Jim young boys) Spock: Jim [echos of “Jim… Jim… Jim…] Jim [echos of “Jim… Jim… Jim…”] Jim: Yes. Pass 2: (Spock and Jim young boys) Spock: I require advice. Jim: But my teacher has never needed help. Pass 3: (Spock normal, Jim still…

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