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Smoking with The Devil
“I must inhale some nicotine into my lungs right now or I’ll turn into a homicidal maniac,” I apologized to Mrs. Goldman, the hostess. She dismissed the statement as just another self-effacing joke but if she had bothered to read even one of my books, she would know that the homicidal tendencies ran deep within…
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Morning Sun
I like the sunrays in the morning, peeking out from behind the buildings. It’s soft now, but soon it will turn harsh. Enjoy it while you can.
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Loneliness
The high pitched ringing in the earsof someone who has tinnitus Damp bedsheets hung out to dryon a cloudy day Cold stale rice from the day before A cold steel knife pressed against my neck A dusty chair,sitting against the wall of an unfinished house
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Why Philosophers Philosophize
Dear Reader, It’s late morning and I am sitting at my desk. I’ve had to turn on the light because it’s cloudy today and my room doesn’t get much light because the only window in my room faces North. No sunlight ever enters my room from this window. If I leave the door open, I…
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The Death of Four Young Trees
Dear Reader, My father cut down four trees today. He had planted these trees, 10 to 11 years ago and three of the four were mature fruit-bearing trees. One was a pomegranate tree and it hadn’t grown too big because when my father was planting trees, he did not leave enough room for them and…
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