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Reach

Posted on August 11, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

Drowning. Going down. The last light in the top of the world going out. Reaching up, one hand, fingertips slipping below the surface. Away, away, remembering the taste of laughter.

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Tonight’s special. You get two posts.

Posted on August 7, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

I finished writing the goddamned book. I feel a little like throwing up. That’s either a weird form of relief, or a desperate need to sleep. Goodnight, everybody.

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Tonight's special. You get two posts.

Posted on August 7, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

I finished writing the goddamned book. I feel a little like throwing up. That’s either a weird form of relief, or a desperate need to sleep. Goodnight, everybody.

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Before I forget

Posted on August 2, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

Before I forget, let me say that I occasionally want to reach through the nothing but time, distance, air, electrons that separate us, and grab hold of you by the throat. I want to pull you back to me, and … Continue reading →

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Paid For

Posted on July 29, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

It was three days later, while Xand was tending to and being tended by the gaunt, pale, exhausted Master Tynan, that a courier from Master Jack arrived. An armed courier. The man said to Tynan, “My Master insists on another … Continue reading →

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