Tag Archives: money
The POETRY Machine: Anonymous Email
Today I got an anonymous email which included nothing but the following, which seems like a really bad poem, and is hopefully nothing personal to me. I’ve decided to post it here, mainly because I haven’t posted anything in a … Continue reading
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The DIALOGUE Machine: “Down By The Canal”
CARL and ROB, both roughly MID 20s, are sitting at the edge of the canal, looking pensive. Rob turns to Carl: ROB Hey dad? CARL Yes son. ROB How come girls don’t like me? CARL Well, your not that attractive. … Continue reading
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The DIALOGUE Machine: “Two Old Friends Running Into Each Other On A Street Corner”
Rod—dressed in layers of filthy tattered clothes, coughing blood into his palm, sweating out stale discount booze—is asking pedestrians to spare him some extra money on a busy downtown corner. Rod: Spare some change… spare some change… anything helps… spare … Continue reading
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The SHORT STORY Machine: “The Letter In Your Pocket”
Thirty isn’t old, thirty is the new twenty, X is the new Y, one excuse is the new other excuse… and it isn’t true that pissing is becoming a challenge, that hair is becoming a privilege, that pockets turning up … Continue reading
The SHORT STORY Machine: “The Monkey God”
‘The Monkey God.’ That’s what the people living in the tall, wooden buildings called him. It was true, these people came from different countries and spoke different languages and used different spices in their cooking, but they all agreed when … Continue reading
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The SHORT STORY Machine: “Episodes in the Creative Destruction of Currency”
It wasn’t him that was breathing in this hot little room with crusted baby yellow walls. It was the mattress on which he lay: heaving and wheezing, miasmic clouds of dust, sweat stains, coughing and humid life. This hot little … Continue reading
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The SHORT STORY Machine: “Money, Knives, Shit”
The Arctic dinner had cost upwards 300 dollars for the two of us. We had spared nothing on food nor drink, raw and charred, imbued and infused. She licked beef juice from the corner of her mouth and went on … Continue reading
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