I open this page and think of a couple words to start with, then I type without stopping till I have a paragraph.Then I press publish. No pausing. No editing. (I fix up the spelling and the odd bit of punctuation to make it more in line with what my brain was thinking and my fingers were trying to type, but I don't add or remove any words) ........... Find LITTLE VISIONS VOL 1 in audiobook and zine format at https://bridesofchrist.bandcamp.com/album/little-visions-vol-1-audiobook
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
THE TELEPHONE RINGS
The telephone rings. It is the same ring as every other time, but today, this morning, right now, it feels ominous. I feel if I pick up it up, I will engage in something that cannot be wound back, something that will rush forward into an ever faster and darker place until all light is shut out. So I smash the phone with a chair. Then I set the house on fire. Then I lay dynamite around the edges of the entire block, get myself within a sufficient radius of awayness, and push the the squeezy push down, sending my entire block cascading downwards into the centre of the earth. That should do it.
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