Monthly Archives: March 2018

201. Towel Movement.

Posted on March 29, 2018 by generallucifer

I’m sipping a cup of coffee in the stuttering yellow light of the canteen, letting my greasy breakfast congeal on the plate. I don’t know why I bought it. I didn’t want the eggs from jailbird hens, the bacon from … Continue reading →

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200. Cold Cuts

Posted on March 23, 2018 by generallucifer

Skittering a little over the chipped concrete. Slivers of sleet and snow slipping from cuff and collar, the freezing metal of my bicycle stem numbing already cold fingers. Something chilly and wet worms it’s way down the back of my … Continue reading →

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