Author: Tripping Raul
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King Tut’s Grandma to Modern Science: Screw you!!!
Are you effing kidding me? Seriously? So if King Tut himself had a wart, do you think anyone would give a rat’s ass? No, but this was highlighted as if it were some amazing discovery: “King Tut’s grandmother, the powerful and beautiful Queen Tiye, might have had an unattractive flat…
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Stacked
On my tip-toes, I’m organizing boxes of cereal and granola bars in the upper cupboard, debating whether I should sort them alphabetically or by size and being noncommittal because I just really don’t care that much. Maddie barely eats, she’s slender to a fault, but she buys and buys and…
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Tripping Raul does haiku
Warm, spring Denver day Shirtless, pale white men jog past Ew! Gross! Run away!
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Tripped
So I walked up on high and I stepped to the edge to see my world below. Had to laugh at myself while the tears rolled down, cuz it’s the world I know, it’s the world I know. ~ Collective Soul Can’t write, can’t write, can’t write, can’t write. I’ve…
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Walking
I walked all night and that’s a bit exhausting. Hard to say if it works. I do know that I’m not aware of astral projecting despite my best efforts to leave my body. When I was a little girl, I often unwittingly did it. I would float down the wooden stairs…
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Roses on the doorstep
Jet rolls the cigarette between his middle finger and thumb like he did nasal waste when he was young. He holds it to his pale, full lips one more time and inhales before crushing it against the painted white, brick wall of his high school. Or what is his high…
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So here’s the thing …
… it’s Wednesday so Darian is over and screw it, I’m using his real name and as I was trying to acknowledge to him that I found the video I’d promised to watch about the Rat Pack with Don Cheedle, who is from Denver and I love, that I was…
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Pleasantries, misunderstandings and escapism
She’s in her semi-borrowed-best dress. A cast-off from someone far lovelier than she. Not formal, mind you, just something that makes a strong, sophisticated statement, or so she tells herself as she wills herself through the entrance. “Heeey!” he bounces over and greets her. He behaves as if she’s interesting, more intriguing than she feels…
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Out of mind
I’ve had a dastardly time getting out of my mind! It’s been months, maybe years since I’ve been capable of jumping outside myself and into someone else’s. It reflects poorly on my writing. It speaks ill of my imagination. Which is not to say my imagination is ill. It’s quite…
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Gut shot
Geez, that was horrible writing. I mean, I know tons about shooting guns and how it feels and how far back a 44 Magnum kicks you after you pull the trigger (no, morons, it is no longer the most powerful handgun in the world) as opposed to a typical shotgun.…
At Least They're Committed 