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Adumbrate

01/20/2014by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

It seems obvious now that my propensity for eating whatever crossed my path and jaculating fire would set me on the road to demolishing major metropolitan areas. In truth, it […]

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animals, business, fire, gods, memory

Adjourn

09/27/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

The male hamsters and the female hamsters were kept apart, separated by a glass partition in the hamster tank in the pet shop. It was still early morning and the […]

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animals, fear, health, run

Acromion

05/01/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

Most of the bones were still half-buried in the dirt. Stuck up perpendicular to the ground were finger bones and the spikes of the spine, a chipped acromion and a […]

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artifact, space

Acrocephaly

04/24/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

He was called the Egghead in the circus. My father took me to him holding my hand in the circus’s freakshow, knowing that if he did not hold on I […]

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fear, memory

Accrue

12/28/2012by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

Farmer Glump had endured the magpie’s thievery for a season. Whilst building its nest, the magpie had stolen his wife’s jewelry, husks of corn – which he did not mind […]

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animals, space

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"All the while I have been forgetting the third of my reasons for remaining so faithful a citizen of the Federation, despite all the lascivious inducements from expatriates to follow them beyond the seas, and all the surly suggestions from patriots that I succumb. It is for the reason which grows out of my medieval but unashamed taste for the bizarre and indelicate, my congenital weakness for comedy of the grosser varieties. The United States, to my eye, is incomparably the greatest show on earth."

- H.L. Mencken, On Being an American, 1922

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