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Intermundia Airport (Chapter 4).
They walked unhurried through the woods in silence, the nameless man at the centre and the quarrelsome security guards at either side. The faces of Eddie and Giacomo were fixed on the path ahead,...
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Intermundia Airport. (Chapter 5).
The office was compact and spare, with white walls, green carpet and a faint, yellowish light which was more apt to a bedside read than clerical work. Renton had a modest desk with a green deco-style...
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Intermundia Airport (Chapter 6).
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5Renton placed a leaflet in Mark's hand. 'This should give you the gist, if you want to consult it tomorrow,' he said, a tinge of impatience...
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Every Kind of Dionysian Thrill: Revisiting the Charles Manson Saga.
(Previous writings about Manson here, here, here, here, and here.)Many hippies are socially almost dead inside. Some require massive emotions to feel any thing at all. They need bizarre, intensive acts...
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Intermundia Airport (Chapter 7).
The foyer of the Overnight, a long, broad corridor that terminated in a pair of elevators and stairwells, was a medley of faded and mismatched patterns. The wallpaper featured a hexagonal motif in pale...
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A Thousand Feet High: Once Upon a Time...in Hollywood (2019).
In Citizen Kane, Charles Foster Kane famously mutters 'Rosebud' on his deathbed. Only the audience is given the solution to the mystery: it refers to a sled which Kane played with a child, long...
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Intermundia Airport. (Chapter 8)
Chapter 8. They emerged into a long, dim and musty hotel corridor. The look of relief on Freddie's face reassured Mark that they were still in the Overnight, and had not been transported to its...
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Things that Will Shatter Your Imagination: The Accidental Genius of Lucio...
Supernatural disgust! No one approaches without revealing to me, despite himself, the stage of his putrefaction, the livid destiny which awaits him. Every sensation is sepulchral, every delight a...
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Prose Poems.
A new blog collecting prose poetry here.1. We pass through innumerable fleeting and unreal places in the course of a lifetime of dreaming. I am haunted by a handful of these locations. Their particular...
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