| A Letter |
06/13/2002 |
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Handwritten and signed, left in a seat back pocket on American Airlines flight 1103 from Chicago to Seattle. |
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| The Holy Dream Projector |
12/08/2001 |
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What is this horrific creation that haunts my palate? Last night I, strapped into the holy dream projector, came to realize... |
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| Casablanca |
12/07/2001 |
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A world of truly inconceivable things: one, the notion of escape from Casablanca, whose terrible linear tendencies would hold me... |
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| Thisbe Sleeps |
12/07/2001 |
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2 p.m. came fast and the strait-jacket wasn't helping my driving. |
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| Interpol in Spring |
12/07/2001 |
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Interpol in spring: we inhale the tangy aroma of international mandate; we set aside our differences in the concurrent investigative bustle.... |
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| Lessons in Authoritarian Dialogue |
12/07/2001 |
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I spoke in riddles, and this proved useful. |
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| Untitled |
12/07/2001 |
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Several more words. |
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| A Lost Booklet |
12/07/2001 |
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Inside the front panel is affixed a small notice, informing the finder that this diary is the property of one Marvin Nibb, 21 Maplehurst Lane, Youngstown, Ohio. |
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| Purgatory |
12/07/2001 |
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Until I understood the import of my descent into the ineffable purgatory of 24-hour convenience, the wandering striations upon each hand... |
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| Opportunism in Modern Narration |
12/07/2001 |
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As is still my habit, I would devote any free time during the day to the recital of sonnets and other worthwhile pursuits. |
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| Poem #2136 |
12/07/2001 |
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Several words combined. |
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| Poem #99 |
12/07/2001 |
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Dystopian fantasies will get you nowhere. |
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