Tag: fantasy
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The Agent – V
Cobalt had discharged his newly-loaded pistol at point-blank range so whatever secrets Harpenden knew, about why what went down in Cairo went down, were utterly destroyed as the synapses which allowed the accrual of experiential knowledge turned first to puce mince then to sickly hot pink gravy against the garish yellow umbrella tops. Cobalt Byron,…
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Smoking With Her
Got so much blip we don’t pick up a dropped spliff Bill another piff, clean the screen like bottled Jiff Soon can’t hear the screen with the volume of the hiss Amount of spliffs it takes the piss Routine busted racecar it’s the pits Palindromes won’t save me Pallbearers to grave me Give it all…
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The Agent – IV
They sent Harpenden. Him, of all people, conversation with whom was a form of punishment so cruel and unusual the Khmer Rouge would rat you out to Amnesty. He was a posh Australian who drank Fosters, called evening arvo, and who disliked foreigners to a confederate degree. He looked like a cross between the muscular,…
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The Agent – III
The canopy cooled him in temperature and temperament, he felt sullen beneath sagging boughs. Branches like curved umbrella handles, as if trees driven mad by heat sought to drive their own branches through their heads to stop the simmering solar voice. Inner measuredness came, or was foist, upon him, echoed in his equidistant steps. In…
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The Agent – II
Whenever coffee is imminent Byron is struck by nostalgia’s slow-moving truck. Something about beans falling inside a clear tube atop a coffee machine helps him dive in, make an Aquarius of his Venus in furtive Virgo. Brown, flaky beans packed close like a vial of diminutive worlds in the hex-stained hands of a mad alchemist.…
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