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In The Stone Under The Dust Her Name Is Still Engraved
It’s a little after seven in the morning, and I’m driving east on I-90, wearing a suit and keeping one eye on the road while I attempt to relight a wind-extinguished joint. A weekend A.M. … more →
The Truth Is Far From Here
In The Stone Under The Dust Her Name Is Still Engraved
nickjkirincic wrote 2 months ago: It’s a little after seven in the morning, and I’m driving east on I-90, wearing a suit a … more →
The Jets Were Lousy Anyway
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nickjkirincic wrote 2 months ago: Dawn is just starting to seep into the sky as Kelly wearily turns the key into her door. The hallway … more →
I'm Sick But I'm Pretty
nickjkirincic wrote 3 months ago: The man sitting across from me may have provided your buddy with the bundle that stopped his heart. … more →
...But, Yes, I'm Still Running
nickjkirincic wrote 3 months ago: When the evolutionists pitch you their case, they always leave out one key component. One integral i … more →
Open My Mouth And Out Pops Something Spiteful
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nickjkirincic wrote 4 months ago: Brain cancer. Lung cancer. Breast cancer. Pancreatic cancer. Rectal cancer. Bladder cancer. Cervical … more →
Heartbreak Motor Oil And Bombay Gin
nickjkirincic wrote 4 months ago: Every bender has a brief period of pure tranquility. In this eye of the storm, you tend to believe t … more →
Had A Beer And Felt Sorry For Myself
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nickjkirincic wrote 4 months ago: I am me. Through all of the impermanence, this is the only truth that remains. I spat in a girl … more →
The Door's Open, But The Ride Ain't Free
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nickjkirincic wrote 5 months ago: They stand around with their arms cocked in a position they unconsciously believe exudes class and i … more →
I Know That It's Yesterday That You're Blowin' Away
nickjkirincic wrote 6 months ago: “Tilt your head back.” Her eyes point to the gutted ceiling, a ribcage of rotting wood o … more →
Two-Thousand Other Dirty Lovers Must Be A Sucker For It
nickjkirincic wrote 7 months ago: Drinking and laughing and yelling and singing and fucking as if it were the last Saturday of our liv … more →
I Save Your Messages Just To Hear Your Voice
nickjkirincic wrote 7 months ago: As her hair spills over her rolled back eyes and she emits frayed whimpers with a trembling lip, I c … more →
Give Me Just A Little More Time
nickjkirincic wrote 8 months ago: I’m over a month without a shave, my facial hair curling into pubic snakes that indicate lonel … more →
It's Time I Had Some Time Alone
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nickjkirincic wrote 9 months ago: “I don’t think I believe in any of this anymore,” I say, looking out the window. … more →
Somehow They Manage To Make It Last
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nickjkirincic wrote 9 months ago: Perhaps what truly separates the insane or the transcendent from the rest of the world is their abil … more →
Staring Right Through My Own Reflection
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nickjkirincic wrote 9 months ago: The things that I used to live for now kind of make me want to throw in the towel. I find myself thr … more →
Wear Your Skirt Like A Flag And Everything Surrounds You
nickjkirincic wrote 10 months ago: In the end, or perhaps I should say up until the end, it seems that artifacts are all we have. We co … more →
Lost It All For Just Another Score
nickjkirincic wrote 10 months ago: “Git back here! Im’a buss yer fuckin’ head open with a brick!” The commotion … more →
You Get More Mileage From A Cheap Pair Of Sneakers
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nickjkirincic wrote 10 months ago: Cul·tured (adj.) : 1. Educated, polished, and refined; cultivated. 2. Produced under artificial and … more →
There's A World Of Shiny People Somewhere Else
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nickjkirincic wrote 10 months ago: There’s a reason that gold-toothed rappers who rent jewelry for videos top the charts with son … more →
