Category Archives: weird little things

juif

Posted on August 11, 2011 by shelly

Tonight, I encountered a young homeless man in the tunnels of the Metro. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, a newspaper in front of him on top of which sat what I immediately recognized as a small velvet tefillin bag … Continue reading →

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the doppelgänger

Posted on April 18, 2011 by shelly

There’s a theory which states that everyone has a double, an identical twin living somewhere. That’s not entirely true. Actually, it’s not at all true. The genetic possibilities for human DNA are endless, and the universe tends toward entropy, not … Continue reading →

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regrets

Posted on March 31, 2011 by shelly

A corpse in a copse decomposing Stares blankly at canopied sky. A corpse in a copse decomposing Has worms crawling into its thigh. A corpse in a copse decomposing Has no need for cunning or fear. A corpse in a … Continue reading →

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lyrics to a song unwritten

Posted on December 11, 2010 by shelly

death metal song Imperfect. Flawed. Shoot me in the head. Demented. Slack-jawed. Shoot me in the head. Lopsided. Deranged. Shoot me in the head. All wrong. Sub-par. Shoot me in the head. Seen better by far. Shoot me in the … Continue reading →

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bacon is my spiritual path

Posted on November 28, 2010 by shelly

Dear Pork, who art in heaven, Briny be thy Ham. Thy porchetta come. Thy chops be done On grills with a side of pappardelle. Give us this day our daily prosciutto, And forgive us our tofu, As we forgive those … Continue reading →

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misanthropy: a short short story

Posted on September 22, 2010 by shelly

Sometimes the smallest interaction seems a chore. The very thought of making a phone call is exhausting. Pick up the phone, listen to the monotony of the dial tone, think of all the things I need to say to the person on the other side. The words drone on in my head, like the dial tone. The train of imaginary conversation makes me vaguely ill. Continue reading →

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