Finished Folds (321—326)

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  Each violent instant was worse than the last. The rug reddened and the animals fled. This is not an exit: the shapes that make me block the

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  2015-09-23 18:07:03

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  I found that naming them after minor characters in old mobster movies lessened the learning curve, but the neighbors didn't appreciate my failures. "Legs, you son of a bitch," I'd

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  2015-09-23 18:01:13

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  the magnitude of his prayers, and the hidden dark angels who would answer them. Their original sin they carry invisibly on their sleeves, and they must pay

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  2015-09-23 17:57:40

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  slept in the corner, and considered the potential of walking into the mist, beyond the bait boxes and littered decks of his punishment. Balance, he thought, balance is

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  2015-09-23 11:10:36

• 2
  that the fates were ahead of him, breaking all directions and snuffing suns. The solitary darkness expanded outside and in. Perhaps, he thought, the irony could bring him

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  2015-09-18 11:07:15

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  pun everything he said last Tuesday. Red lights are where we get into trouble, and I've taken to the back streets. Home after home we pass, none of which appear

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  2015-09-18 10:55:57