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Author: Tripping Raul

  • Research subject

    It’s quiet and empty in this room, my saddle shoes make no sound. The light is bright, shining hot down on me but it’s still cold. I pirouette and fly into the chair. It looks like it’s made of sand but it’s hard and hurts my bare knees as I…

  • Good day for a diet

    Ugh. Tomorrow is grocery day and I think I’m going to get up oober early and buy food before work. Today, I had nothing to bring for lunch and we’re at $-9.54 in the checking account (waiting for a double ‘pending’ charge to drop off, then we’ll have $6.06 in…

  • “Stop me before I . . .”

    It was a grainy black and white photo in a circa 1960s digest and it’s become rather commonplace, but I imagine it was quite shocking for the people at the time. “Stop me before I kill again.” A man out of control, a lost demented soul who took out his psychosis and self loathing on a…

  • Print and the Populace

    I used to be funny, I did, I swear. I do laugh a lot, honest. I’m not really so dark as my writing would indicate. I mean it. I have the headphones on and I’m singing “Sweet Love” with the Commodores at top volume and my husband is looking at…

  • Key

    Would I be able to change it? Did I have the key? Do I even have a clue what I would have been trying to change? Not really. But I do know I was on the top floor of the big building and that Ellen was there and that she…

  • Cloven hooves

    Kicked the shit out of me. Didn’t know any better. That’s how it was. And, oh, those cloven hooves cut deep and, man, do they scar. I knew they were going to fire him because he was Wickan. Firing him was an act of discrimination and illegal and of course…

  • I want youuuuu to show me the way

    Gabriel sits across from me, leaning forward, forearms resting on his knees, eyes at my level trying unsuccessfully to slice through my stoicism. He shakes his dishwater blond curls ever so slightly as if to the beat of my 70s song list, but I know better. I can never tell if his eyes…

  • Hissing

    You hear that? That’s about the third time it’s happened and yeah it’s always when I’m the only human around. Once I even did say something, the other times I’ve caught myself. “Sid, stop!” I had called out. It’s a hiss, a very distinct cat-like hiss emanating from the middle of the…

  • Yay!

    Tests came back just fine. There’s nothing wrong with me. Well, physically at least.

  • Retreat

    I’ve done it again. Inadvertently overwhelmed myself and subsequently retreated back under the rock from whence I came. It’s just too much right now and at least, I guess, I can recognize it and crawl away for awhile. I just don’t want to play anymore. Not right now, anyway. “They…