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We had been warned. The stories about Professor Graves made us afraid. I sat down where I usually did: left corner of the room. We’ve been told to get to class on time. If we came to Graves’s class after he shut the door he would publicly humiliate us and kick us out. That word got around fast –for once everyone in the class arrived fifteen minutes early. We waited in complete silence seated.

He walked in rushing to his desk: a middle aged man. Perhaps he was 60; there was no way to tell. His hair was white with dark roots. He had his round glasses on and a cup of coffee from the College cafeteria in his right hand. In the other he carried papers.

“Hand these out will you” he told Natasha. We had always passed the papers on, Natasha simply followed habit.

“Would it really bother…

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I love this writing

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            In an old age, when people much like today were only germs of the future, when God was still touching with his Holy feet the rocky surface of the Earth—in this old age lived a King, dark and ponderous like midnight with a young Queen smiling like the luminous noon.

            Fifty years had passed since the King was at war with a neighbouring Kingdom. The neighbour King had died and left behind his fortune to his sons and nephews, the hate and division of blood. Fifty years and the King had lived alone, like an aging lion, weakened by fight and suffering—a King who had never laughed in his life, not at children’s songs, not at the amorous smile of his young loving wife, or at the old funny tales of knights aged by battles and needs. He felt weakened; he felt he was dying having…

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Huge…… I hope you get the serious joke.

Letter to the Leaves

I am a temperamental child who feels he is entitled to marry his boyfriend, abort his fetus, and smoke pot.


As I watch the inauguration of our new president, with words coming from his mouth, I cannot help but stroke my own.


My heart races, pulse quickens.


Red, White and blew. . .


Our task before us, to come together.

To come as one and into a new age; delivering the message given to us by our commander-in-chief.

He who, manipulates, prods and commands.

He is speaking to me, “Freedom. Come. And be free with me.”

He continues to whisper his no-nothings in my ear as I light a cigarette; drawing in his smoke as I exhale resistance and all forums of restraint.


I am a temperamental child who feels he is entitled to marry his boyfriend, abort his fetus, and smoke pot.


I am America.

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A must read for those who haven’t it

the quiet voice

Rating: 2/5 stars.

When I first heard of As I Lay Dying, I imagined a grand romance with star-crossed lovers fighting to stay together until the very end. I imagined a more mature Juliet calling out to Romeo to rescue her from her imminent doom, and I imagined a bittersweet ending bathed in pathos and poignancy. I expected an epic story featuring several deep themes: love, loss, heartbreak.

Well, now I know not to judge a book by its title.

As I Lay Dying is actually about the Bundren family, a messy group of uncouth Southerners who embark on a journey to Jefferson to bury their wife and mother, Addie. On the way they encounter difficulties ranging from storms to broken body parts, and their ambitions are tested accordingly.

I could justify any star rating for this book, but I based my two-star rating on how much I personally…

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The prospect appear frightening

Meyer Lane's Short Attention Span Press

$ The amount that Jonathan Evison made for his first eight books—six novels, one memoir, and one story collection—which he says “were all unpublished, and will mercifully remain unpublished.”

$4,50 The advance that Soft Skull Press gave Evison for his ninth book, and first published novel, All About Lulu. The money was “paid out in two payments, half on signing, and half on publication.”

$300 Approximately how much Evison made a week at his day job as a landscaper. He worked 25 hours a week—”just enough to get by”—while writing and editing Lulu.

$ Amount Soft Skull paid to send Evison on tour in support of Lulu. Instead, Evison managed his tour like a punk rock band, couch-surfing his way through a tour of nine western cities, bringing two friends along with him. “I paid for every meal, every beer, and the rare hotel, all out…

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