House of Leaves
by Mark Z. Danieleweski
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I was so stunned by this announcement that before I could think twice I’d already told him how in my humble estimation he did not at all resemble an airport though the thought of a 757 landing on him was not at all disagreeable.
I think it’s pretty safe to assume there’s no lab sophisticated enough yet to synthesize the kind of chemicals i need. A nobel prize to the one who invents that puppy.
These days I can no longer remember the smell only my reaction to it. Still if I had to give it a name, I think I would call it the scent of human history - a composite of sweat, urine, shit, blood, flesh and semen, as well as joy, sorrow, jealousy, rage, vengeance, fear, love, hope, and a whole lot more.
This punker gets on a bus and takes a seat. His hair’s all green, he’s got brightly colored tattoos covering his arms and piercings all over his face. Feathers hang from each earlobe. Across the aisle sits an old man who proceeds to stare at him for the next fifteen miles. Eventually the punker gets pretty unnerved and blurts out: “Hey man, didn’t you do anything crazy when you were young?” Without missing a beat, the old man replies: “Yeah, when I was in the Navy, I got drunk one night in Singapore and had sex with a bird of Paradise. I was just wondering if you were my son.
Good god, I’ve never been afraid like this.
An even more frightening exclamation when the exclaimant is an atheist.
An even more frightening exclamation when the exclaimant is an atheist.
I don’t know why but her voice went off in my head like a symphony. A great symphony. A sweet symphony. A great-fucking-sweet symphony. I don’t know what I’m saying. I know absolutely shit about symphonies.
Those were the days, let me tell you. Obscene twelve hour days cradled in the arms of stupefying beauty.
Victoria Lucas once said there’s nothing “so black…as the inferno of the human mind.” She didn’t know you. You shimmered almost to the point where I had to squint for fear you’d burn away another chance for me to see you ever again.
Then for an instant, feeling stripped and bare, I teeter on an invisible line suspended between something terrible and something terribly sad.
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