April 2, 2012
This pen is refillable— a black-lacquered classic— engraved with a name quite like mine, I would think. That pen is a single use of gnaw-backed plastic hemorrhaging the last of its clotted blue ink. Both are quite old. Neither is newer. Yet here I am, dropping one down the sewer. Related Posts:No Related Posts
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April 2, 2012
The drive-up Chase ATM opens its maw, awaiting my meager meal. I stuff in a small stack of twenties and the metal doors snap closed. The beast digests in a flurry of whirs and clunks. Its pleasant blue face betrays its indigestion—a flashing “ERROR-Some of your bills could not be read. Please reinsert bills.” The […]
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