Henry and Claire kiss passionately on the bed. There is a knock at the door. HENRY: I’ll answer that, my dear. Henry walks down the stairs, and sees his elderly neighbors Merv and Louise Weiner through the screen-door. MERV (To Louise): I toldja he’d be here. Every time with this guy- LOUISE (To Merv): Be
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———— Steve says: “It’s well known that an artist becomes more popular by dying, so I’m typing this with one hand while pummeling my head with a frozen mackerel with the other. I’ve done art for several magazines, newspapers, websites, commercial and governmental clients, books, and scribbling – but mostly drooling – on tavern napkins.
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Welcome to the October 2009 issue of Defenestration! Within a couple weeks, it will be Halloween, meaning Haratron can finally wear that human costume-the one he swears isn’t made from real human flesh but has raised more than a few eyebrows around the office. Personally, I find it’s better not to ask. He gets touchy.
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No friend to authors, the paper mite, devouring libraries with librarians in sight. I’ll squish any with my thumbnail that trample on my words and lest he be remembered, on a period, obscured. ———— Casey FitzSimons is an over-educated, under-published artist and writer. Her father was a Milton scholar and she has yet to walk
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[specimen] I couldn’t read my intervention on how hegemonic ideology physically changes the way people see the world until I put on my new glasses with the thick black ear pieces that are all the rage now. I started to see things as if I were a point-of-view shot in a movie, so I knew
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