October 2011
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September 2011
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LET ME TELL YOU HOW WE GOT HERE.
Sandra Bullock hovered several inches off the marble floor of the hall. Her hair was vibrant and healthy like a Pantene Pro-V commercial, and floated gently around her shoulders even though the air inside the room was still. Her cashmere sweater was almost blindingly white, like her smile.
I stood silently in the center of the chamber, my feet planted firmly, my hands at my sides. I wore a...
Thus ends Issue #3.
… and now, I believe, we reach the point where the unfunny joke became the snowball of idiocy that I began to take slightly more seriously, in as unserious a manner as possible.
Thanks for reading along. I hope you continue to enjoy … whatever the hell this is.
LET ME TELL YOU HOW WE GOT HERE.
When I got home Jake Gyllenhaal’s car was in the driveway. Calling his name I deposited my grocery bags on the kitchen counter and wandered out onto the deck. My azaleas were in full bloom. The soft gurgle of the pond’s filtration system was the only noise to be heard. Returning inside I strained my ears for sounds of movement. There were soft murmurs from upstairs. I ascended, one hand on...
