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(this takes place on a slightly larger scale, and out of my home city) I met Ariadne over the phone, after an anxious attempt to get access to a research library in Colorado. She's a middle-aged woman, the wife of an archaeologist. She wore a blue j...
We added a pink lightbulb to an empty socket at Safeway. We haven't yet checked to see if they've taken it down, about 24 hours later.
warning: this praxis is unnecessarily wordy and contains sleep deprivation, pixie magic, complaints, no pictures for the last two days because the camera died, and more about comit than you ever needed/wanted to know. please skip this if any of these...
We usually call it The Little Vacuum That Couldn't. It doesn't exactly inspire confidence, though it does do the job. Sometimes. And usually it turns on when we want it to (read: about 1/3 of the time we want it to). But the point is, this thing ...
Good afternoon Bex. The rest of you can come in too, there's room for everyone. I decided to lump my entire completion of "Doctor Of Climbing, Master Of Cooking, Bachelor Of Wandering With A Minor In Graffiti" into this task. I hope you won't mind...
I am looking for Alice. She's been on the run for a great long while, and subsequently has become much more difficult to find. I've heard that she's come to my city, so I'll be on the lookout. The thing about her is that she ages a little more gra...
*note: this story has been told for nearly twenty years, so the medical facts may be a little off. I don't remember much about my early childhood, except that it was unusual. Unusual in the sense that your family has always been cohesive? Well, yes...
A three-part praxis. There is, and has always been, a stained-glass workshop in my garage. When we move houses, it somehow mysteriously moves with us, even though there's little time to actually use it. It belongs to my mother, and it was my playpen...
Most people don't think about what goes on beneath their feet. And it's not like there's anything wrong with that. But there are those of us who take interest in storm drains and sewers and other subterranean paths of transportation. I mean, you see...
I Would Steal Horses (Sherman Alexie)