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sunseti hope that someday, the world will fix itself, the sky will stop-flicker-stutter back from greysunset
we'll finally laugh about the way we worried holes into our lips and bared teeth for scraps.
pretend we never made the house shudder when closing doors or kept their pleading out with molding pillows the heels of our hands, cotton, fingers,
(they are silent now; we still hold our ears)
maybe we'd forgive, nod along with the suited men, their finely-sculpted tales of "did our best," "the good of all," &
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Unnatural Disaster VIn the garage, Jake idled the car for a long time, staring at the cluttered with tools and tin cans all along the wall. Thoughts and images raced around his head as though on a track, so quickly that they blurred into a blank, grey screen. Disoriented, he felt a deep, guttural urge to vomit. What eventually brought him back was Michelle in the seat beside him, tapping her feet and humming to herself as she applied make-up in the tiny car mirror. “Why did you bring that shit?” His voice surprised him. At the same time, he became aware of his knuckles, a harsh white against the sUnnatural Disaster V
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Unnatural Disaster IVIt wasn’t long before Nicolas sat up. “Nicolas?” Michelle asked, a raspy, sore-throated whisper. Upstairs, Jake had himself locked in his parent’s bathroom, hands on either side of the bathtub, almost falling in but just holding himself up above it. Breathless, heart rate speeding, he kept himself propped up as his father flailed at the door. It had happened almost as soon as Jake opened the door. His dad was sitting up in bed, holding his head, eyebrows furrowed. He looked up as his son rushed in. “Hey Jake. YourUnnatural Disaster IV
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Unnatural Disaster IIIMr. Simonson was the sort of neighbor you were used to seeing. He was at most every neighborhood gathering and was always out in his yard; holding a hose, mowing the lawn, pulling weeds. Michelle had never seen him in anything but khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, half-framed glasses perched on the tip of his nose, always sliding down along drops of sweat; rarely without his green safari hat, and only then when he used it to wave and give a jolly “Heya, neighbor!” smile. Now, standing in Nicolas’s lawn, he had only his khaki shorts, ripped and torn almost apart. His sunburnt arms and chalUnnatural Disaster III
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- Current Residence: depends on the day
- Interests: most books, asshole doctor shows, zombies, Australia, hardcore exploring, survivalists, dinosaurs
- Favourite movie: Jurassic Park, Dawn of the Dead, The Descent, most disaster/monster movies, really.
- Favourite band or musician: Voxtrot, Lilly Allen, Sondre Lerche, Metric, The New Pornographers, etc etc
- Favourite poet or writer: Isobelle Carmody, Margaret Atwood, George Orwell, Haruki Murakami
- MP3 player of choice: Zune brick
- Favourite game: beating you up.
- Favourite cartoon character: Monokuro Boo, this little Japanese advertising pig
- Email: stabilizedinsanity@hotmail.com
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