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in one quick and hazardous stream of thought, toby ripper was blindsided by the fact that his parents were gone. he looked down at his velcro shoes and blinked, his eyes now freshly glazed in tears. as gravity dictated, a single droplet ran down his face and across his nose, falling towards the dry, dusty pavement. toby ripper lie cemented in his loneliness; the calm breeze slid easily through...
“I know people get lonely because I do, so that’s what I end up writing...”
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Cass McCombs
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suddenly regaining sentience, rodney peru slunk further down against the prison’s beige cafeteria wall. ratchet jack was over the top of him, beating his face in with a ball of tightly clenched knuckles. blood and spit flew in all directions as rodney peru’s appearance was rapidly transformed into what may be described at as that of a rotten plum. his work completed with brutal...
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rodney peru was touched in a different way this time- by his senses. as a youth he had wondered why his father might grab at him in odd places, never fully realizing the often detailed concept of personal space. the ceiling beckoned to him once again; the silky texture of instant mashed potatoes echoed through his throat’s various nerve endings. in that moment, he was drunk with...
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through the dusty fluorescent lighting, rodney peru found the taste of the prison commissary’s mashed potatoes soothing. he lifted his chin up slightly and felt that he was being watched, and in a potentially fatal moment of insecurity (one that might cripple an inmate’s social reputation) he wondered why his sensibilities might want to fool him now. they had never before.
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