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My wife persuaded me to sleep with Martha. She said that it will make me feel good, and that it was good to have her in bed with us. When I tried to do it with Martha I was spoiled for anything else, and my wife wasn’t even jealous. However, I noticed, that while Martha [...]

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When the student’s mother called Martin for an appointment for math tutoring for her son, for whatever reason she told Martin she was divorced. Martin was a little confusd as to why she felt the need to volunteer the information, but he ignored it, and asked for her address. She lived on Toronto’s west end, [...]

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When I was a teen, my first exposure to George Carlin was from a cassette I purchased called “Occupation: Foole”. I found myself listening to the cassette over and over again, and pretty soon I could almost recite his routines myself. That album has the now-legendary routine of his “7 words you can’t say on [...]

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Philo was working late again. But the payoff was that he could have the next day all for himself. He wanted to beat his next-day deadline and have his sales forecast all ready by the this evening. He put the finishing touches on his spreadsheets, and imported the tables to word preocessor.  Then, after emailing [...]

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A few minutes ago, I finally, after about 5 years of trying, paid off my debts with the bank, including my line of credit and my credit card. There were times the debt climbed to a nearly unmanageable $10,000 dollars, but after working like a bugger to pay it down, it finally got paid down, [...]

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Well, I was making a bit of money selling hot dogs at one of those portable vending units near some night clubs. One night, Daryl and Morton, two regulars I knew came outside and stood in line up for a hot dog, then decided to fight over this girl they met while inside. Neither guy [...]

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The whole thing began in 2001, when the largest nuclear power the world has ever known was brought to its knees by a bunch of guys weilding box cutters and exacto knives. Yes, in the post-nuclear era, countries with the power to evaporate entire populations will have the back of their power broken by a [...]

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Once I romanticised learning in its purest form as being a learning done for the pure love of it. I would like to think of my childhood as being like that. But I know that the reality of my childhood was characterized by being one of intellectual vapidity outside of my pursuits, so that my [...]

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Some of what I do is to fictionalise my past and make it less boring and more spicy and readable. I find this blog to be a vehicle for practising this craft of writing fiction.
I am 45 years old, so a lot of my past have faded into a dull memory. Even reading diary entries [...]

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I’m into totally believing every story people tell me about themselves. Sometimes, when people tell me their problems, it’s complete horse-crap, with only the flimsiest relation to reality. But I sit in wide-eyed fascination of these artistic bullshitters. I’m just along for the ride, and sitting and listening to these tall tales aren’t really going [...]

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I have a lot of “friend-oids” and few friends. I think that is like most of us. If we are honest, we may have a friend — two or three if we are very lucky — I think I have two if I count my wife.
Others live on the periphery, and they are people that [...]

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We were sitting quietly in the waiting area, waiting for legal aid. At first, I didn’t recogsnise her. She was tall, her long legs made to look even longer in her high-heel patent leather boots. She also wore tight black jean slacks, an old fur waistcoat, and way too much makeup. That, along with the [...]

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We both wrote — she wrote poetry, and I tended to write prose like this. I found her interesting in a way. But there was something dull about Tammy; something wishy-washy. It infected her poetry and her music. Yes, she also played guitar better than I could, and sang quite well. But her emotions were [...]

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Some updates to the story I wrote.
There are some minor changes to my story. (link above)
The Chris Crocker video in question.
His imitators (parody, of course, and not all male). Many of these stray far off the topic of Chris Crocker: 1 2 3 4 5 (Israel?) 6 7 8 9 10 (a hockey player?) 11
There [...]

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Lear knew he was getting on in his years and asked his daughters Goneril, Regan and Cordelia for their proclamations of love so that they may deserve an inheritance. Cordelia takes the moral high ground by being sincere and in her sincerity she had nothing really to say, since it would not come from the [...]

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