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Adam L Brinklow
Born in Berkely, moved to a small town in northern California
two years later, have been trying to escape it ever since
(no luck so far, but keep your fingers crossed). Graduated
High School last year, just started attending college a mere
three weeks ago.
Basically, I spend most of my life watching other people,
and marveling at how freakin' weird they are. I've always
been of the opinion that the world would be a better place
if everyone could see themselves as they are percieved by
other people. I also believe that no two people can have the
exact same experience in the exact same way, and that everyone's
life is changed by their perception of it. That's why my (eventual)
anthology will be called "Altered States" (assuming that name's
not already taken), and will be about people who basically
put their own little spin on the real world.
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THREE DRINK MINIMUM
Rodney was the sort who firmly believed that there was
no problem in life that couldn't be solved with a good,
stiff drink, or, failing that, several good,
stiff drinks. And, since he was the sort of guy with
a lot of problems, he was entitled to a lot of drinks.>>>
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FOLLOW THE LEADER
It was the one thing he could rely on, the only constant.
It was the anchor. It gave him meaning, purpose, definition.
It was food to the starving, sight to the blind, wine
to a parched throat. If The Calls ever stopped coming,
Patrick wasn't sure he could keep going. He would just
sit by the phone, day and night, until he starved to
death. He hated it. But he loved it too. It was all
he had. It was him.>>>
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MECHANICAL SOUL
He owed a lot to The Order. They had given him so very
much. 42 years ago they had processed him from recycled
tissue samples, and assigned him 231 years with which
to serve. They gave him his post here at 947-C, and
demanded only 132 hours of work from him each week.
This was quite generous, compared to the monstrous workload
of a Warden or Monitor. And of course, they gave him
his stasis suit, without which he could live but a pittance
of 78 years. Yes, they gave him so much; he wanted for
almost nothing. Almost... >>>
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THE 2ND AMENDMENT BLUES
So, it looks like you’re facing some pretty serious
jail time on this one, yes?
Well, that remains to be seen. My
lawyers are working around the clock to get my case
thrown out. Not only was the police search blatantly
unconstitutional, but my establishment is clearly protected
by the Second Amendment of the US constitution. I assure
you this matter will never see court. >>>
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TRAGICALLY POST-MODERN
MALE, 2K
They found him
The very next
morning
And they gathered
around
To point
And Stare
And ask
Always
The same question
“Why?”
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