As background jazz, they usually play that Bill Evans record with the yellow cover, placing the LP cover on top of the whiskey bottles, beneath a sculpture of the words "Now Playing Sculpture...
It’s May 2010, I’ve been in Paris since August 2009, not getting much done except getting my emotional and intellectual self-esteems trampled by the vengeful angry elephants of reality whose stolen ivory was used to build the towers I lived in. Those beasts being a protected species, fighting them is...
From the city of Fedfer near the Atlantic ocean, good morning, good evening, wherever you may be, across the nation, around the world. This is Epicenter of Light FM, 107.3, radio for your light and your....
On the beach you'll see people walking across the beach, trying to walk determinedly, athletically, despite bland bikinis and drooping pecs, trying to look like...
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Shit, I can no longer have a decent wank. I'm in a fucking trailer, Fajeever the trailer, and it rocks and squeaks every time I jerk off. I need to make people believe that I'm...
Franco says I need to *focus*, so today I'll start this journal to think of new projects I can focus on, dedicate my life to. I've ruled out starting a...
I was walking down the street eating peanuts out of a bag of peanuts and tossing the shells on the ground until street justice warrior intervenes, says...
A runway extends towards the vanishing point, punctuated by a few dog walkers, the sporadic kite flyer, and a cyclist charging furiously down the tarmac, sitting erect, hands grasping his lap in quiet determination. We stand witness to...
Ok welcome, welcome. So this, this is the Fedfer Writers Workshop. You are most of you are regulars, but just for the few newcomers, what we like to do is we like to read the piece together. And... Twice if it's a poem, once if it's prose. And then we have...
My plane is in the middle of the air when a commotion belches out a few rows ahead, people shrieking, clapping, extend my neck to see what's happening. There's this dude kneeling...
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