Harrow – Boardwalk Empire
Harrow, ©MMXII
I'd like to think that Richard Harrow and Frida Kahlo would have been friends.
Harrow's only respite is collaging a better life for himself out of other men's dreams.
"Sometimes I forget what I look like. Then I pass a mirror and I remember. I stare sometimes at my face and I can't recall who I was before. It occured to me: the basis of fiction is that people have some sort of connection with each other, but they don't." -Richard Harrow, "Boardwalk Empire"
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Fukushima – haunted
No sound. No songs. No poetry.
Only ghosts and demons in the night:
Keep the story alive: Fukushima: 1 Year After the Meltdown
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The bloggity has gotten a social media upgrade for even more share-ability. It now supports twitter, google+ and of course the facebook, as well as a few dozen others. Simply click on the title of an individual post and scroll to the bottom of the page for a menu of options.
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Palliativity 140: Break My Body
In lieu of another story of violence and sub-terrarian public-transit:
Post-apoc Dance aka Bonebreaking
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As I flew down the last flight of stairs to the subway platform, the gun pointed square at my back—
I thought to myself, "This is how it ends?"
Then my mind calmed and I found solace in gravity:
"THIS IS NOT HOW IT ENDS!"
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