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The Dangerous Self-Awareness of Cats “And his face was flat on the pavement, with his teeth jutting forward, and he was surrounded by the gore that leaked from his crushed head; it was like a goddamn rubber head, since he had no fucking skull to support the flesh around it,” I was saying but trailed off into a vapor of cigarette smoke and soon realized no one was listening at our table. “And it wasn’t until they attempted to move the body that the head wanted to stick to the concrete, so they...

Thus Spoke a Nobody “He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss gazes into you.” – Friedrich Nietzsche “Thou, criminals of hate, hate none other than thyselves” Thus spoke the Nobody. And his words were not heard, despite the monsters about him. They lived upon his rooftop day and night, the monsters did, and spied on his every move. One spoken thought was sent to a database to be analyzed by bigger a...

The sun was forming into a perfect orange off in the distant morning’s east, over the veld. The lemur awoke to an uncomfortable tension in his neck and shoulders, a light thumping in his head, and a dry, metallic crust-taste in the back of his throat that defines the customary hangover of eboka root. He craved water, but the effort seemed a bit overwhelming, so he had to lay there until thirst could creep its way up on his priority scale. The lemur hated mornings. . .he hated waking up in a b...

The Writer Janis was terribly annoyed to find the empty garbage container, emptied this morning after she left for work, still outside on the curb at the end of the driveway. This suggested that her husband, Michael, had not left the house all day, because he presumably would have returned the huge black-wheeled container to its place in the garage on his way out. After pulling her ‘97 Camery into the garage, she dutifully dragged the garbage can behind her while still carrying her oversized ...

The surface wet and fresh, Slippery enough to grasp without Taking control, The waves became unexpectedly distracting. We laughed at our naiveté, the unforeseen blunders, Yet we trudge on, over the rough waters to the land Of the ecstatic glow of newness along with all The familiarity we’d hoped would accompany us, Forming the perfect palatial staff for our presumptions. And while we dig the chance, we both are contemptuous toward The unknown mysteries that we will have to soon Discover – eve...