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Tearful Refut’

Down a little alley, following the pair’lil parked cars, was Refut’’s studio. Squeezed between the bumper to bumpers, was the walkway through a garden of herbs and cactii to the back-door. Inside the Ode’lest doors, Refut’ sat ETCHING, SKETCHING, PENCILING, and PAPERING at his desk, the story-board of a DOCUMENTARY he was to [...]

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“OH. Good morning ta-aya. Fine weather expected, not a doplar red-eye insight. Overnight we had a chance of rain, but now it’s SUN . . . ,” he, said. The Weatherman–as the city of Tobig’n called him—looked in a fit this Saturday morning. His jittery movements across the screen were normal, [...]

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The two were sitting reading, talking, sipPIng coffee in Breattie’s Coffee Shop. On the corner of Anciedern Way and Free Lance Road in Brea—Breattie’s nickname—the two in question met a couple months ago. In the sunlight one afternoon, Johsh counted CHANGE, making sure he had enough for a Double DOPPIO upside-non-fat, while Napion [...]

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We are apart. She hasn’t called, writen, or left me the slightest reason to believe she would. I’ve had to move on. Years have passed, and in the city . . . tttttsht . tttttsht . tttttsht. “Excuse me,” a man sitting, whistling, clicking his heels on a garbage can yelled. [...]

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If you work, “work is not the word,” Jessup said. Then, by foot-by-foot you achieve physical exertion. “Yes, to contrapossto,” Jessup began, “the counter balance is achieved because of bifurcated work and non-work; anti-work and asym-work.” What this work amounts to is a double step. A stepping stone thrown. An [...]

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OUT WITH OUT

Thmmp-DUMP-ich-oihmmp dmpt. Over the toilet the young man crouched. Bright porcelean and a film of powdery brime resting on the waters surface. Clinching his stomach, breathing deep, his jaw meets the grace of his square fist. Outside the square house the kids played, chasing joy, pastors congratulating on a sermon well-done. [...]

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We spit fire or write with a burning interest. Rapid and uncontrollable the flames whip in the wind. Too hot to touch you dance and chant the long forgotten ritual. Vitruvius recounts how fire was harnessed and language emerged. First lightning struck and people were scared. They came closer to [...]

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Nathan Oliviera
Seated Shaman Woman. 1978.
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Nathan Oliveira.
It’s coming at it from the right angle, not perspective. That’s the matter here. To begin, the knees are tensed, because the buttocks is padded making it capable of transfering the weight gently through the knees. — We are [...]

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One More Day

One more day. I owe this to myself. If I think this way I’ll finish on-time. Always. Take the steps necessary to prepare. Lay it out in order, like silverware: from vegetables to desert. Think the hardest last, the softest first. I’ll be thanked later. Of course. [...]

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Aesthetics is founded upon the concept of a cube. With six walls, eight corners, the cube encloses existence perfectly. The cube’s conditions for the possibilities of five senses are as follows: 1. Sight: Lines can be traced like directions, forward or backward, giving the illusion of distance. 2. Hearing: The [...]

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