mrzablowdowski

All tricks. All treats.

Lay back.

Up through the mist of the hot tub. Up through the mist of a chilling coastal autum night. The stars came to focus. All the silly, mean, absent minded follys of love were clear. The night was young.
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Pink strobe slice the dancers to neon cold cuts and the dance floor thick as a fat sandwich. Not the pills down the pipe...
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Ghosts of the Abyss in IMAX 3D.

Title sounds kind of creepy. Down deep, lower than the lowest. Chilling. Shapeless shadows. Bacteria existing on the rust of steel. Sea monsters. In the deep, I don't understand the romance of the Titanic.

A love lost. No romance, nor horror. The light and dark shadows of imagination hold no substance in the true light of day. The...
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At 07:00hr I remembered.

Shift change 08:30hr Monday October 20. Training. Power Systems CO815.

At 14:30hr my eyes were rolling.

At 19:00hr crashed.

I'm the night shift.

Good Night.

From the bumps and lumps and wrist on an ice pack, the limits were pounded and stretched. She just flew in from London, pop the corks on a couple of bottles of bubblie. Meet a smile and a pass at the door, slide up the bar for a cranberry and vodka. The lady is buying. The band hit the stage. Spin like marionette...
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I remember the seventies, at least half of it.

The Darkness

The first tattoo I saw, a tarantula crawls to the large gapping hole of a belly button, on a guy they called the animal. It was the animal being pushed into the back of the police car, pictured in newspaper, the day they broke up the club house. Not a club house more than a garage with plywood for windows. Not bikers more than boys...
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I was a kid. I was a kid that stamped hands at the track. Stamped hands at the gate of the summer fair. Cold town, the summer fair.

Love. Hate. Two four letter words. Tattoo the knuckles of many that passed through the gate. One hand gave. One hand took away. Don't matter which. No movie tough guy shtick. No joke.

Mr. Schatz, my nieghbour,...
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Campbell Scott censured as Roger Dodger defines the borders of my current state. A land of primitive beast. It's castigation undeserved. We've never met.

Callum Kieth Rene, the hapless thug, is accountable. My sorry ass, had he kicked, may had learned the liability of it's action. Unfair is the way I treated, Michele, the fairer sex.

Years had faded memory. No credence in coincidence, there...
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Growing a new imagination in a pyrex beaker.
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Stuck it in an iron box and threw it to the bottom of the sea.
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Building a submarine in my back yard.

The rains. In earnest.

Stay home. Stay warm. Sip a Southern Comfort. Stare into space.

No COO Chief Operating Officer or CIO Chief Information Officer or Vice President of this, that, or the other thing, will be caught with their pants down this time. After the blackout out east and that blasted worm, the work has not stopped. I am thankful for these three days...
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Similar names. Not so odd a coincidence to then receive her e-mail. For years. Public arts agent in the big city. Never thought. A public arts agent. Never thought of the value. Endlessly amazed at the money rolled out. A government or corporation fill a public space. Enough money that a percentage afforded a comfortable life. A life in the big city.

Chrome killer whales,...
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