Author Archives: sputterpub

Archaeology

Posted on March 13, 2012 by sputterpub

Commercial culture coexists with this – a scripted settlement in parallel, with automotive atmosphere, the kiss of poison fast food handling and the spell of household toxins. Pulled by ads to buy unworth to eat unhealth to dream of gold … Continue reading →

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SADS

Posted on March 12, 2012 by sputterpub

As early as the 19th century, some observers understood that humans are pouchless marsupials. They noted that it took nine months after birth before a baby person could move his or her little body enough to find the tit. It … Continue reading →

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Headache

Posted on March 9, 2012 by sputterpub

I felt the pressure first behind an eye and now it’s grown to band my brow again. I used to think I needed food, or try more water but I didn’t get it then. I didn’t see it was my … Continue reading →

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Current Events (End)

Posted on March 8, 2012 by sputterpub

It only got worse over the next two years. Bill and Mary had no more babies, partly on purpose but mostly because they rarely had sex after Eric. Bill started to dally with other women. He’d always been outgoing, chatting … Continue reading →

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Current Events (Middle)

Posted on March 7, 2012 by sputterpub

They settled in Terra Vista, where Bill grew up. Mary came from a little town fifty miles inland, but she got to know Terra Vista in the three years she and Bill dated, and she liked it well enough. They … Continue reading →

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Line

Posted on March 6, 2012 by sputterpub

These arbitrary lines befuddle me: unnatural boundaries; symbolic fence. The limits we are taught ought not to be ordained unless from ordinary sense. However did you people so decide to separate experience and stress the difference in activities, divide the … Continue reading →

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Current Events (Beginning)

Posted on March 5, 2012 by sputterpub

Bill Essex is a news junkie. From birth he was interested in his surroundings and attentive to even his mother’s friends’ gossip, but he was bitten by the news bug in fifth grade. He had a good teacher then: one … Continue reading →

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My Generation

Posted on March 2, 2012 by sputterpub

History repeats itself, they say, but clearly this is sometimes false, because there has to be a first event, occasion, era, day, and first time isn’t subject to their laws. My generation hasn’t ever been before, these millions of us, … Continue reading →

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Anglo-Saxon Scenes (Part 4 of 4)

Posted on March 1, 2012 by sputterpub

The Hyge The thing of it was, they each thought they hugged too well to quit. It was as if they had an aesthetic obligation to continue, like a talented artist or a brilliant mind. Sometimes Robert put his arms … Continue reading →

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Anglo-Saxon Scenes (Part 3 of 4)

Posted on February 29, 2012 by sputterpub

The Feortan Jill’s stomach can tolerate just about anything. It’s her lower GI tract that punishes her when she overdoes. Her whole family was like that, and she’d grown up with so many references to flatulence that she used to … Continue reading →

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