Tag Archives: Lucifer

152. Better The Devil You Know.

I’m keeping my head down, low profile, hitting the keyboard and watching the day slowly grind away until I can clock out and become me again. Soulless Boss has been going relatively easy on me lately. I say ‘relatively’ – … Continue reading

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151. Deep Blue

Pushing past the punch-clock huddle of the rounded shoulders of the long defeated, heading to a parking lot filled with cars too close to death or too close to the credit limit. Big lungfuls of air, free air, air on … Continue reading

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146. Doppelganger

Right, I’ll tell you what happened and feel free to call me a lying cunt if you like but this is really what happened and that’s all there is to it. It was in nineteen ninety five and that was … Continue reading

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144. The Grind

I’m looking at the dust streaked screen of a primitive computer, half listening to Soulless Boss. “Press that. No, not that. That. Yes. Now click there there and there. No not there, THERE, for fuck’s sake! Select the paper. No, … Continue reading

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143. Cavatina

“You’ve got rats in your garden.” I believe there is beauty in everyone, but there are some exceptions. She stood in her Winter-withered garden looking over the fence, wrapped in a threadbare dressing gown, scowling. The Shrew. Her face looked … Continue reading

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142. Clash in the Attic

“I think the bathroom light is broken, love. I can hear it buzzing.” That’s how most of my DIY epics begin. Now, I don’t know what you’re like, but I don’t pick up the phone and call A Man when … Continue reading

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141. Stepping Out

“I’m knocking.” Giz another card, lad.” “Here you go, Stan.” “Fuck. I’m knocking too.” “I’m not. What about that lot?” “Bastard.” The slap of dog-eared playing cards and the slurp of tea. The soft hiss of a Calor gas heater. … Continue reading

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