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August 25, 2023 / barton smock

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Later I am talking story ideas with my son and he says the ghost and the zombie are the same person. He is angry and sad. Haunted and there’s nothing to eat. I’m not a storyteller. Geography is a cult. The cars here stopped running a few days after our last three dogs died on a movie set nowhere near a houseboat fire. Pretty recently touch is a way for the hand to stop remembering dreams. I tell my son before bed that sleep is the loneliest place. He doesn’t respond but in the story I have him say that we’re here to be godless. When he gets sick on an outside animal he's never seen, I look. 

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