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Written by Nunyo Bidness   
Saturday, 08 March 2008
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Image    The letter went like this. It was from Dolan to anyone who read it.
"
Regarding my self-termination:
   We ride horses. We climb mountains. Then we jump off, screaming like fire alarms. We've been to the bottom of the ocean and the highest peaks and forgot the
64,875 feet between them. We manage fire. We invent the wheel. And now, we use them both to make 3:30AM runs to gas stations with a minimum wage glow to get, and smoke, plants wrapped in paper, which kill more people a year than boredom and high school combined.
    You grow the plant, or you wrap it in paper, or you put them in rows in containers like student's lined up on Wednesday, where they get the ice cream and the pizza for $1.50, almost anxious, waiting for any excuse to get out of line. You buy it.
   You are the man, every day, that glances at my work on the way to the funnies, right before you put away a bagel with cream cheese hanging over the edge, globbed, not spread, and not quite finished chewing yet. But you'll go out to the car anyway and worry about who sees what's hiding between the spaces in your teeth later. You won't even look in the mirror.
    Or you are the man that reads it like a cup of coffee in the morning. And if you didn't get it, your morning dose, it goes straight to your eyes like slingshotted tombstones. Like a stalk of asparagus logged with lukewarm water from an ex-flaming stovetop, until words on paper, written badly by someone who doesn't know what it means to be you; the asparagus, the tombstone.
  I will no longer continue to write horoscopes, cramming everything; the stars and the planets and the sun, and even more distant, the people, into a small section of a small, tired and cheap, paper. The only thing they will tell you is to write less letters and to stop watching television on Friday nights.

-C. Dolan



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Comments (3)
Posted by R.E.Potter
2008-03-08 16:25:18
,,,

didn't really get it...sorry. Alot of unnessesary commas made it kinda hard to read.
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Posted by tarhead
2008-03-08 20:34:51
made it to the end

it was a bit of a struggle though... I liked the overall picture - it is a good 'reality check' message - but some of the brush strokes make it hard to see.

write on!
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Posted by Egoist
2008-03-09 16:27:29
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Well, I wish I could be as critical as you are, but I'm not too good with that stuff. My favorite part was where he actually described the other guy. He told the other guy what he secretly did in private. I thought that was pretty sharp. My favorite phrase would be "it goes straight to your eyes like slingshotted tombstones." How did you even think of that?

Other than that, the comma usage was a bit confusing towards the end. I sort of had an idea of what you were talking about through the whole piece. I thought it was a unique and interesting short story.
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