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Every cut is a bleeding thorn, every breath is a spread of fingers. The ear records all its silences. - Lose a hand and it goes to the trash heap, lose an ear and everyone will think of Van Gogh. - In the landfill the hand discovers fire, it discovers how to conquer the rats,…
For some God comes in silence and for others it’s a saxophone solo. He’s the confession a lonely parish priest has waited all day to see and hear after lattice hours of watching smoke blow down like Cain’s rejected offering. Every soul has two Popes, both living in God but are not of it.…
The force is another Jedi mind trick that convinces the soul that all that is Sith is not necessarily sin but the whining of a baby Yoda aware of his Death Star.
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We carry our fathers on our backs, honey boys to their joys and violence, absorbing their frustrations in memory or dispersing their cries into indifferent winds. Our hearts listen for the end of the cycle powerless to the mind beating the rhythm anew and the soul’s prayers for forgiveness bounded in an eternal history…
Let the black dogs run wild, sharpen the knives for some real back stabbing, roundup the usual suspects, the mystery is about to begin. - The cardigan teen with his nose buried in his iPhone- he’s a suspect- murderous thoughts sprouting his blood-brain barrier. - The neglected son tethered to a high ranking, paying position…
With the sound of sirens screaming outside, ten knocks on the door, the shout of authority flooding in from the red steel, would Joe American give up Anne Frank hiding in the attic among his dusty relics, the crawl space shared with a family of rats, living under the loose floorboards among the stacks of…
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Those who tread the thin blue line knows it follows through their lineage. - Strong boys become men, then become cops. The rest become robbers, the devil that stares them in the eye for the rest of their life. - If they are good they’ll get their shoot out in the slaughterhouse.
It’s hard to tell the lies of impression, the little bits of puffery that makes one look good in the eyes of a would be admirer. - One may say their name with a French flair. Betty becomes Bette. Roy becomes Roy-al, with the long affected A stretched out to tomorrow. - One may even…
Every Angel Second Class jumps into the river of George Bailey’s despair, and after being rescued shows everything that never should have existed, everything that was, everything that could be contained in the Odbody of his inner existence, the baptism, the worth and joy of all his toil. - -No man gets into heaven by…
Read More "I See Celluloid Angels and Not One of Them Is Charlie’s"
