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A Drunk And Self-Critical Cormac McCarthy Expresses My Friend Patrick’s Despair About His Wife’s Distaste For Toni Morrison

August 8, 2011

There was thunder in the east with wall clouds swirling counterclockwise to the ground and the man rode straight toward this wall and the mountains beyond it unable to turn back despite what he knew he was certain to find. The bones of his wife in his knapsack rolled and knocked in a sound of [...]

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The Murky Fringe Interviews Death

October 29, 2010

The Murky Fringe: There’s something we want to ask about, but Death: You want to know when I’m coming for you. TMF: No. Death: You want me to explain plagues and genocides, etc. TMF: No, we get those. It’s just Death: Wait, don’t tell me. You want me to talk about the afterlife. Heaven and [...]

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In the 21st Century Foxhole

September 15, 2010

“Of course I know the Camelbak is plastic. What I’m saying is that it makes me feel vulnerable…psychologically. Like I’m out here with a water balloon strapped to my back. It’s tempting Fate, that’s all. I don’t like it.” “Shut the fuck up, McNally.” “Yes sir.”

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Trunk

April 18, 2010

I’ve always made the best of things. Broke my ankle, improved my balance. Allergic to cheese, vacationed in Nicaragua. So, when I got thrown into a trunk by my loan shark’s henchmen–and there was already someone inside–I decided to introduce myself and see if I couldn’t strike up a friendship. He was unconscious at the [...]

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A Brief Lecture for Kids Holding Their Breath While Their Parents Drive Through a Tunnel

January 30, 2010

It doesn’t matter if you can hold your breath the length of the tunnel or not. This is not a time for wish-making. Your grandmother will die someday regardless of your efforts, however courageous.

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Submarine

January 25, 2010

The little girl in purple galoshes started the conversation. I don’t talk to folks at the bus stop. I don’t talk to folks on the bus. Most times it just leads chatter and nonsense and I’d rather take a nap. We weren’t making eye contact. She just started talking. I’m used to this from the [...]

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