BAD MILK

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 BAD MILK

BAD MILK

        The weather was hot but this was hotter.

        Their 15-year old daughter Cilicia taunted me, “Bad milk makes bad cheese.”

        Cilicia had always taunted me with that in my foster-home bedroom.  I was eleven.  This time I had just fucked her.

        My real Dad was in the Sticks County Salvation Army rehab.  He went crazy on crack.  I had seen Dad stealing money from Mom’s purse and I ratted on him.  He yelled and threatened me.  I fell down to the floor crying like a pussy.  Mom stood over me and Dad hit her.

        Dad couldn’t see me anymore and then they took me away from Mom because she let this shit happen.  They called her a co-dependent enabler.

        They put me in this foster home.  Mr. and Mrs. Giveashit (Gavochette) were religious but OK.  Mr. Giveashit was always exhausted and…

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WAITING FOR THE NEXT MOMENT

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Look around

It is all a flux of chemicals upon the face of the earth

Like acne

Everything arises and demises

Nature is vain

Changing her attire every moment

For whom?

For what mirror?

For awhile we spin

Like the red spot on Jupiter 

Then we land on the dark side of the moon

Did we have to invent explanations?

How diabolical

Curiosity drove the cat beneath your wheels

If you give up explanations then what do you give up?

Gambling

God doesn’t play dice

He hands the dice to us and takes our bets

The house always wins

The house designs the odds in its own favor

No dice, pal

We are here for sorrow

Then what can we make of sorrow?

Compassion

It too leads to sorrow, you learn

But in compassion we become greater than any deranged god corrupted by ultimate power

And so we are sentenced…

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THE WORRY DOLLS, (1) “Run, Rosalinda, Run”

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  THE WORRY DOLLS

By ASH and OUT ON A LIMB

There is a legend amongst the highland Indian villages of Guatemala.

If you have a problem, then share it with a Worry Doll.

Before going to bed, tell one worry to each doll, then place them beneath your pillow.

While you sleep the dolls will take your worries away.

Chapter 1 – “Run, Rosalinda, Run”

 

        The man, the woman, and the young girl fled in the abandoned warehouse, up the dark stairwell, clutching each other’s hands.  At the top of the stairs, the man slung the woman and the young girl past himself into the dim hallway.  He turned and knelt with his automatic rifle, taking aim down the throat of the stairwell.  A hard rain began to boil on the roof.

        The woman cowered against the far end of the hallway near the open window. …

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THE POPE FUCKERS

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THE POPE FUCKERS

        My name tag is called Michelle Cook.  Friends who know me call me “Heidi” because I still hide the fact that I’m lesbian.

I’m here in Lhasa, China, for the annual World Unity Council (WUC) presentations.  I work for the Global Water And Power Administration (GWAPA).  We control the clean water and the fusion power distribution for the entire globe.  Well, almost.  I’m the Director of Consistency.  I’m supposed to present our annual proposals.

Lhasa was once thought to mean “place of the gods” but we now know it meant “goat’s place.”

I’m saying this to the girl next to me at the bar, “It is 2084.  Israel was destroyed over a half-century ago.  Jesus is still a no-show.  The Vatican abdicated to a monastery somewhere in the Himalayas.  And the world didn’t go to any Hell.  In fact it is better off.”

I down…

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