16 Tuesday Nov 2010
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The emergence of the world’s first superhero, just in time to spoil things, did not bother Darren overmuch. His plan had been perfect, his execution sublime. The world would have been his. Darren was proud of himself. And, besides, nobody had figured out that he was behind it all. And, besides, there’s always tomorrow.
09 Tuesday Nov 2010
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In her head is the Bananarama version of “Venus.” In her head is Pythagoras’ theorem. In her head is the end of times. In her head is your favorite recipe. In her head, in her brain, in her eyes. Also in yours.
08 Monday Nov 2010
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In the morning you will barely remember how you stood at the foot of the stage, holding a dollar folded longwise between index and birdfinger, pointing with it, at her, as if you were a professor, and she were a blackboard. In the morning, you will ask yourself four questions. What was that dollar worth? What did it buy you? Why were you so happy to spend it?
