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27
LOC: Brooklyn, NY
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: September 24
LOC: Brooklyn, NY
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: September 24
I am a sound engineer by trade. We record mostly jazz, but at the same time we have recorded everything from hip hop to classical at the studio where i work.
Writing is a hobby of mine and I have always wondered what would people (who don’t know me personally) think of my work. So that’s why I’m here.
I am a big fan of Douglas Addams, Hunter S Thompson, Viktor Pelevin, Vladimir Sorokin, Kurt Vonnegut, Samuel Beckett and Chuck Palahniuk’s earlier works.
I guess in some ways my work must reflect that of my Influences, but I try to have my own voice and write from the black, bottomless toilet bowl that is my soul. Hope you enjoy it.
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”The full moon lit the streets on this cool early winter night. The only sourse of light, reflecting in millions and millions of windows, which apart from that were completely dark. It was a nasty shade of puke green that illuminated the town, unless you were colorblind, in which case it was a nasty shade of puke grey. Streets were empty and motionless except for a man sitting in one of the very few parked cars. He was sitting behind the wheel and smoking a [company that will pay me a negoti...
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Around eleven o’clock, the unusually-warm-for-a-September-day sun crept out from behind the window, slipped in between the drapes and onto a small porous surface, which for reasons that can only be explained by a person imaginative enough to make them up, happened to be his nose. Slashing his face in half like a thin blade, it began slowly sliding up his oily skin, slipping like someone ice-skating for the first time in his or her life, towards his eyes. On his bed, located across from the w...
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It was a cold evening and Brian was not dressed for the occasion. The chilly February wind that patrolled the empty streets of someone’s forgotten, old past and fated dreams, stung Brian’s ears, which were not properly protected by his baseball hat and kept sneaking under his windbreaker. Despite the fact that it was Valentine’s Day, there was no sense of love in the air (probably due to the wind chill factor). It got so cold that a thin icy crust covered the brown brick walls of old urban s...
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Rodents Most trees were bare. Naked. Fruitless. Their fallen, yellow leaves would have created an illusion of a golden blanket, spread out for the whole world to have a picnic, except that everything was gray and wet so instead they weaved a dirty, soaked rag that a stray dog wouldn’t even piss on. It was drizzling out, but the humidity was so high that the drops didn’t even bother falling to the ground and instead they just hung suspended in the air, floating, drifting along with the curren...
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Happiness When I awake in the morning and witness the miracle that is dawn, that rebirth of light, that amazing reincarnation of life, I feel fortunate that I can see: the blue sky and the fluffy white clouds that float overhead, creating most amazing designs that speak to me in a language only my heart can understand; the green, fresh cut, spring grass, whose bright colors and overwhelming smell is enough to make me fall into a euphoric state of unconsciousness that I can only be awakened fr...
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thats pretty funny. i just want to say that im a bastard too and i hate these credits. have to read a whole novel to reveal a bad reveiw of a short story. good job.
i like your writing style, its very as a matter of fact and fits the character since its in first person. too many things here try to be more then they are by using big words anywhere they can. i have a few minor points. ive never been on sucide watch, but i would imagine that if they go through the trouble of taking the batteries out of the clock, they would make sure she swollows her pills and isnt stacking them up somewhere. second, your character doesnt seem to be too dim and already spen...
i liked this poem but i had a few un answered questions. why do they go to kill the wolf? you never say it. maybe the wolf has been terrorising the village in some way and they had a good reason to kill him. i mean they wouldnt just drag out into the dangerous forrest to kill him for fun? second what happends to the man in the end, who tares his throat? nature? the other thing is, there is a comma at the end of every single line make the whole poem one sentance when you clearly have new thoug...
There were a couple things that I found to be funny in the beginning like "7 sexual diseases" and "shower incident." It lost me towards the middle with sacrificing an elephant. I disliked how it got superficial towards the end. For me it would've worked better if you kept it more realistic, and just as strange.
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