Sunday, June 21, 2009

'Could this have been one May-Day prank too many?'
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posted by gary j. introne @ 7:10 PM 0 comments

'The chief conspirator had already been led away in chains. He was, of course, no longer wearing his black beret - even without it I knew it was him. The other guy, left behind, was simply an acolyte, a hack, the boss-man's chief letter-writer. It was all over so quickly.'
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'Chimera, mystery, subterfuge, stealth - and one of these things could have characterized what I felt needed to be done at that very moment. I washed my hands of the repercussions.'


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'Ah, yes. My makeshift demolition was waiting for you.'
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

'Though we may make of all things what we can, nonetheless it is there for the making - both already and always.'
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'It felt as if I'd entered my own gracious East Berlin of the mind, somehow reminiscent of everything now gone, some newer form of Freedom having been amassed.'
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'Monstrous gadfly, crazy relic. The Civil War Museum was closed.'
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'My total, abstract fantasy of you...the world of your eyes and your being. A presence, not yet fully formed.'
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posted by gary j. introne @ 5:18 PM 0 comments

'The rusted years of a fantasy world that people actually lived. A time gone now, but one that - stupidly enough - still sets up its parameters across the land.'
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