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El Cid's Stories.

The High Road (watch: The Guilt Will Kill You).

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“Our baby is gone” she mutters over and over again, head in hands, used tissues on the table before her, the box of tissues beside her halfway spent -she's lost in the mood.Her husband has an arm around her and tries to console her. Occasionally he glances a knowing look at the psychologist, silently asking him to understand their misery. The psychologist, in turn, indicates with a kno...

Enter Recusancy

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We head for the moon tomorrow -a consequence, of course, of the postponed trip to Mars. Still, this is a dream come true; this is hope realized. That we can even contemplate a definite date within the year -my friends, this is greatness achieved. "Yes we can!" they say. "No you cannot" I smirk."Yes we can" they chant. Awfully blind bastards.... "No you can't!&quo...

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Wake, walk, work, wait, wait, wait, wander, wane, walk, weturn, wheat....wake. 30 minutes later Wake. 30 minutes later. Wake. 30 minutes later.. Wake, wander, weep, wonder, wail, wait, wait, wait, wane, whinge, weturn........ 4 hours later... Wake, walk, work, wait, wait, wait, wait, wander, wane, walk, weturn, wheat............wake. 25 minutes later.... Wake. 20 minutes later..... Wake. 15 minute...

[sic] so far-gone.

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They say if you pin your hopes on someone, you often wind up full of holes. I don't have hopes and I've got no-one and I'm full of holes. You hit 20 years of age and you know parents can no longer hide you behind them, and you know that you've got nobody to call and nobody is going to call you, and you know you're alone, alienated and lost in the world. Friendless, rudderless -just heading somewhe...

All The Lost Souls

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(zones out) .....I WONDER WHAT SHE'S DONE BUT DAMN SHE....SHE LOOKS SOMETHING....I WOULD. THERE'S THE WOMAN FOR ME THERE -MORE THAN LIKELY SINGLE, MORE THAN LIKELY ARTICULATE, FEISTY, DEMURE, LIKELY GOT NICE PARENTS, LIKELY THE 'I WANT TO SETTLE DOWN' TYPE. DAMNNNN! THIS IS SOME ROUGH SH*T. THERE'S THE WOMAN FOR ME AND ALL I'VE GOTTA DO IS TALK TO HER -JUST ASK HER OUT. DAMN, I'V...

Hell of a Life!

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5 years ago, I vowed to leave my gang after my sister was stabbed in a knife attack so I could start a new life. FAIL! 4 years ago, broke and run-of-the-mill, we entered thievery. Things were good so I married Penny my high-school sweetheart. 3 years ago, like deer in front of headlights, we were caught. We escaped and I vowed to stop. FAIL! 2 years ago, I became a dad. It frustrated me. I was fl...

The End of Day

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It never actually registered on the radar what we were doing. We were young, out of control, frivolous and important to re-stress: young. The act: wylin' out. The reason: we were young. Who was the maniac? Me; of course! Who was the psycho? Me! Of course! Who was? I was. Who is? Anyone willing; is. In the past, I would have scaled that wall. Now, I care too much for my back. I would have said yes....

I chase the Persecution of Persecution

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And because of this, they call me by a number and not a name. And I've tried; I've busted moves, busted chops -I've worked my butt off. Yet still, there is no leeway -there are no chinks in the armour or cracks forming in the wall. It remains rigid, it remains stoic; the possibilities, my potential possibilities have so far seemed to remain -how do I say- dormant.I just want to be all that I can p...

[sic] The Futility of Misery.

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Aargh! Where is my mind?!?I've tended to lose grip of actuality; I'm inclined to allowing the accusations fly. I'm okay with the insults' attempts at personification; I'm ready now, I'm set, but where is my mind. Huh?!? Where is my mind!?!Doctor, don't talk to me in that tone. We've done the RHETI test -it says that I'm the Reformer; the ...

The Weakness Of The 21st Century Man.

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What did I know? What did I know of love's austere and lonely offices? They've asked in pity 'who's gonna save his soul?' They've said of me: 'He's out of control!' One stopped me and said to me: "I got some bad news this morning, which in turn made my day". I thought to myself: the best I could say for me, was that being me, was all I could say. You'll cry less than you did yesterday -...

The Man who called Hope "A dying art".

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Walking is an abstract thing; a projection of purpose and desire -a multi-layered portrait of the human condition. It's the troubled man's soul mate. I'm walking right now -aimlessly albeit; but there is a modernist beauty in 'f*ck all'- away from the repercussions of my handiwork -with a wry smile on my face, a shriek shocking my bones and an ironic twist the spokesperson of my countenance. Welco...