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July 2, 2006

red pills found behind the sofa cushions, existential logistics edition

TweetPicked up a bottle of Herradura Seleccion Suprema and 2 limes, which I’ve cut into sixteen wedges and placed in an earthen bowl next to some kosher salt and a frosted apéritif glass.  I figure if I use my time … Continue reading

02. July 2006 by Jeff G.
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March 6, 2006

a protest poem by Ernest Ray Everson, dictated to him in a dream by an angry beet, March 1972 (red pills behind the sofa cushions, flashback )

Tweet“Oscar Night” Self-love is self love, beet says —whether gilded into sleek shiny sexless statuettes, or performed alone in one of the theater stalls after the winners have all been called & the gift baskets long since rifled through. But … Continue reading

06. March 2006 by Jeff G.
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February 8, 2006

red pills found behind the sofa cushions, green pills edition

TweetMy hoodie and me.  My hoodie and me.  My hoodie and me.  And the smell of Mountain Dew.  A stale citrus stink, too—like when some lemonhead john cruises the junkie lime hooker who hangs out behind the diner on Alameda … Continue reading

08. February 2006 by Jeff G.
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January 20, 2006

red pills found behind the sofa cushions, analepsis 14

TweetThere are few things on earth so tragic—and so apt to seethe up through the pragmatist’s gullet in an acid belch of incipient nihilism—than the sight of a muddy, tractor-savaged field of trampled beets, battle-bested, their classified numbers still thick … Continue reading

20. January 2006 by Jeff G.
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January 2, 2006

red pills found behind the sofa cushions, prolepsis 11

TweetUsing state of the art nanotechnology, it takes a team of six agency surgeons —none of whom officially even exist, I’ve since learned—roughly fourteen hours to resuscitate and repair a certain sea monkey “asset,” whose drunken new year’s eve skinny … Continue reading

02. January 2006 by Jeff G.
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October 28, 2005

red pills found behind the sofa cushions, analepsis 11

TweetSure, he let it slip after pulling 16 moist hits off a 250 gram block of primo Moroccan hash and eating an entire white pizza—but still, when the dolphin in the pea coat tells you that “Val” Plame hasn’t been … Continue reading

28. October 2005 by Jeff G.
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September 20, 2005

red pills found behind the sofa cushions, prolepsis 10

TweetIn the patrician worldview of sea monkey royalty, each piece of leftover pizza or cold, tinfoil-wrapped Asada chicken is a refrigerated tribute owed the Sea Monkey King, his presumptousness a fair trade, I figure, for the colorful, malt liquor-fueled tales … Continue reading

20. September 2005 by Jeff G.
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August 23, 2005

red pills found behind the sofa cushions, analepsis 10

TweetSure, the CIA has encouraged the mullahs to believe otherwise; but I have it on peacoat-clad authority that Iran is really not particularly close to acquiring nuclear weapons—though they are quite close to acquiring a series of heavy cylindrical encasements, … Continue reading

23. August 2005 by Jeff G.
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August 7, 2005

red pills found behind the sofa cushions, analepsis 9

TweetSometimes, when the lights are just so, and the Mezcal is going down smooth as wild mountain honey, the Sea Monkey King will forget himself and inch close to me on the couch, his thigh pressing against mine, and try … Continue reading

07. August 2005 by Jeff G.
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July 15, 2005

red pills found behind the sofa cushions, Bastille Day edition

TweetIt was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season … Continue reading

15. July 2005 by Jeff G.
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