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Ghost Writer //
Boardwalk by

There’s little difference between the gaze of my admirers and the gaze of my enemies.
 
I am master of the game, a 19-time free market champion, the Scotty dog on top of the world.

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Excerpt from FLESH GRAPHS by

13. She touched my ankle, so I touched her neck, and then the spaces above and below it. And then she touched the bony expanse between my breasts and I thought about saying stop but instead decided to go on a scavenger hunt for places to bite: the space of her belly before her groin, her knee, the scar on her back that I lick, she laughs like a broken clock, and we both say enough to love.

Perpetua
Perpetua //
PERPETUA | Part III by

But not a twin. For there was one difference between her and the Biker — an irreverence for silence. The Biker tossed her helmet aside, mounted her Harley, and gunned the engine. An apocalyptic din reverberated through the neighborhood, broadcasting lusty echoes off the nearby cathedral.

Frisky
Ghost Writer //
Frisky by

I didn’t give a damn if it was in the middle of a war zone, I was going to that spa. I’d been there the month prior, before hostilities had broken out. Who ever knows what those little countries are going to do?
 
It had been relaxing, rejuvenating, refreshing — one of the last places in the world where you can get still highly trained piranhas to nibble off your thigh fat. I got the full French Colonist package.

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A Contained Interlude by

What I loved best about The Container Store was how they had containers for things I didn’t even know needed containing. Looking back, it distresses me how some people—especially poor people, poor things—could go through their whole, poor lives not ever understanding that their shirts needed boxes and their spices shelving.

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Ghost Writer //
Windom Falls by

There’s a certain feeling to a recently searched room. Suddenly, your possessions know more than you do, they’ve seen more than you have. Now your aftershave has secrets.
  
It’s impossible to hide the disturbance entirely. At Windom Falls, we don’t even try.