Monthly Archives: May 2008

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Breath of the Walls

Hotels are dead spaces, built in the angles between hello and goodbye. Identities are boiled down into names, faces blur and blend. A steady stream of bodies that we’ve leaned to forget. Our life is contained in endlessly forgetting. The wet crescent of an abandoned

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Why Put It Off Until Tomorrow?

I’ve stayed in a lot of hotels over the years. Not traveling salesmen amounts of hotels, but a fair few. Bland hotels, fancy hotels, cheap hotels, so on and so forth. A variety, is the point I’m getting at. This hotel’s got some weird deco.

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Objects In The Mirror.

The first thing you need to know, I suppose, is that this isn’t a story. There’s no beginning or middle here, just an end; though there will be moments, many many moments, and they will all be true. That will hurt the most. You remember

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The Other One

I sit here, and I watch him. The other one, in the mirror. I made the mistake of looking away an hour or so ago, at a dark movement that I saw in the corner of that other darkened room, and when I looked back,

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Hollywood Star – Live Tonight!

I sat in the motel room and watched old Willie wiggle his ears. It’s how the magic worked. When Willie told me he was a necromancer I got confused and thought he meant necrophile. It probably says more about me than I’d care for anyone

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Anamorphosis

Mirror, mirror, on the… Fuck. No. That’s a terrible way to start. I’m staring into the mirror. A dark hotel room in Venice. Striped wallpaper. Polished glass. Sounds of water outside. There’s someone behind me, lying on the bed, just out of frame. Only her