Loki Listens

The spirit is sweet and warm. A tawny red flashes from bottle to glass. Red, like the tint of my brightest memories. —- Jack. I Listen.

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The web is spun tightly by the spider. It crawls our memories, creating nodes and connections to them. The spider spins eternally; making us who we are, letting us remember and ponder.

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You saw it in the title. Skip it for your sanity. — I search through boxes and boxes of notes. Trying to read my chicken-scratch writing. My notes are worthless. I should just burn them all. Just like the notebooks, I let her steal. Start over, clean, just like them. — Jack Lhasa I Listen. [...]

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Savage.  There’s a word I hadn’t really thought about in a while.  I settled into the role of the docile beast.  The pet.  The zoo animal.  Fuck that shit. I’ve been listening to a few friends talk lately, without responding.  A few friends who helped me define what Savage meant long ago.  They too have [...]

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This is the 21st section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first 20, you might want to start here. Electric Lights —- Minus was aware that he was unconscious. He knew he was seeing his past. He saw the memory from the third-person. He was shocked when he heard his own voice begin [...]

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He jumps, falls short, dangling with a one-handed grip on the bricks. He let’s go.

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This is the ninth section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first six, you might want to start here. In Which the Good Doctor Learns —- And with that, they both opened their eyes on Minus’ converted basement. They agreed that a nap was necessary to replenish their energies before further work. They [...]

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Are you ready to fight the next battle in your progress? Today, I’m going to talk about the magic of conversation. Ideology, in itself, is worthless if we cannot communicate it. The hard part here is that lots of people like to think their ideology is the only ideology that works. As long as people [...]

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Not my usual. Skip it if you have no taste for the cocky.

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Minus picked up the bag and emptied it’s contents onto the table. He knew what he would see before we opened it. He remembered all of it. The drinks, and the bags, and the conversations.

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