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Asking

For years I thought that talking to the Gods was an exercise done privately under unforgiving distant stars ridiculous unrequited prayer done by staring at old cold books with mean small print But then I discovered that just ain’t it … Continua a leggere

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Dear Editor:

You complete idiot moron asshole dufus do you actually believe that what writers do – what I do – is some sort of disposable – quick-trick slight-of-hand mechanical keyboard flim-flam like the shuffling of a deck of cards or lip-sinking … Continua a leggere

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