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“Close your eyes, breathe. Focus only on the sound of my voice,” the woman whispered.
The man — who was lying on the floor of his living room — felt the tension in his body evaporate.
“Let the outside world melt away.”
The man drifted into the ether, slowly becoming one with the world…
“Fuck!” he yelled, an hour later, when he opened his eyes.
All his shit was gone.
— Bastian Espada
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Monkey see
Monkey do,
Monkey feel
Monkey too.
— Bastian Espada
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“Sometimes I wish I’d never been born!”
“Dude, you weren’t”
“Oh, that’s right,” the man’s imaginary friend said, then disappeared.
— Bastian Espada
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What is the true nature of the Universe?
I weep, for I do not know.
— Bastian Espada
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It smelled of death. It smelled of time. It smelt like past glories and herbs. It smelled of luxuries forgotten, rancid love — a violent history.
That fart, changed my life.
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The weird kid grabbed the tip of the branch as it were a hand, and sat next to the snowman he had made. “Some months will pass, and you’ll be gone.” The child turned his head to face his creation. “You’re so ephemeral.”
“Well, so are you,” replied the snowman.
“I know”
They stayed there side by side, staring at the starry night.
— Bastian Espada
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“It happened a long time ago — when grandpa was still alive and grandma still remembered things.”
— Bastian Espada
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Time bleeds a purple ichor — it washes over a gray melaminated desk.
A silver laptop blinks.
A new spreadsheet opens.
— Bastian Espada
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“Oh baby, I like it stinky,” the woman said to her lover — a six-foot tall sentient brick of Limburger cheese.
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“Given the severity of your crimes I, Minos judge of the underworld, sentence you to…”
The man’s butt hole clenched.
“love yourself!”
The man screamed, and screamed and screamed.
— Bastian Espada
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