AGE:
38
LOC: SF, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 08
LOC: SF, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 08
I’m an aspiring poet and novelist who’s accumulated a wealth of material and experiences…the hard way, the fun way, the easy way, and every way in between! Welder, pipefitter, steel fabricator….”salesman”, “collector”, bank robber. Alas, even the best bank robbers get caught--the rush makes one reckless--so, 27 banks, one FBI Special Response Team, and five years in a United States Penitentiary(Lompoc, CA) later, here I am, on the cusp of self discovery. I picked up the pen in a dreary cell, and discovered…FREEDOM. I don’t write because I think I do it well(though I do!), I write because I have these thoughts and insights and WORDS, WORDS, WORDS, that have to get out. It’s the only thing that takes the place of the rush that comes …
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I laugh at sheep through the wool of my beard, faux-wolf with blunted teeth, trembling with fear. Claw is shed from hoof like rut-velvet in spring; the raven perches on the roof, gas-jets sing, and sing. I laugh at sheep while longing for the fang, the leap, the cleansing pain— I am the sacrifice, the bleating lamb, the dirty Christ bleeding in your hand.
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Prologue I’ve never feared needles. In fact, my first memory of getting a shot is one of my most pleasant. The doctor in his crisp, white smock holding a syringe in his hand like it was candy. The sharp, shiny little piece of metal disappearing into my arm in a flash of purity and pain. The excitement and sensation of pressure as he pushed the plunger. The sweet ache that lasted for hours afterward. It was bliss. As a kid, I didn’t give a shit about the lollipop. It was an...
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The call to arms, to duty, rang— its echoes rolled across both land and sea; putting your life on hold, you answered it, and once again you donned the Army green. Some hesitated, questioned the call, you gathered up your bags and met the plane; you said goodbye, and tears did fall, but, with honor, flew into the cloudy gray. When you stepped into the desert bright and dry, hot wind first blew across your face, you didn’t shrink away and hide your eyes— head held high and proud, you took your...
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Fatmah “Assasins do not make perfect martyrs; martyrs, however, make perfect assassins.” —Ammasoh Nidal, Prophet of the Moon Cold, filthy water pulled Fatmah from the blessed darkness into a world of bright, infinite agony. She blinked the dirty water from her eyes as best she could, unable to wipe it away. Her hands were bound tightly behind her. Fatmah attempted to focus on the face of the infidel standing before her in a blood-soaked leather apron. It was pale and cruel. Like a spitting ...
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So there I am, on my way to the big NA Berkeley Candlelight Fundraiser. A safe pass for my very first unsupported. That’s one of the reasons I chose to take it there. Because I know the coast is most definitely not clear. I’m walking to the BART station, kind of enjoying the feeling of being alone as I travel, not only for the level of trust and work it represents, but for the sheer pleasure of simple solitude, a luxury we do not enjoy at the house. I’m carrying my Venti Komodo Dragon Bold co...
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1. Don't begin so many sentences with a proper noun/verb combo. It's noticeable, and you want the reader to notice the story, not the writing. Example: "Lauriana watched...Lauriana sat...Ash sat...Jeremiah frowned..." 2.Don't be overly wordy--it's jarring to the ear. This includes two adjectives (or verbs) where one will do, overexplanation, and stretching. The best way to show you is to edit you. It'll save you some credits. Notice the difference in the following: A.(Raw)"Lauriana watched Mi...
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