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lost to an un-becoming

Let there be light, and there was light.  And that is when creation stopped in the Ia Drang.  There, it was only chaos and light.  Except for the nights.  Then, it slipped back into the dark and then all was chaos.

cautionary tale (or the dead always writhe with ecstasy)

And then you got in your car, rumbled over the curb, and there I was: in your headlights.

never an end, never

You want to know how these all end.

a doctor of the flesh

“Thank you, Jimmy.”

exercising my house

It's the polite thing to do.

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