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Ch. 6: The Paranoia Journals. (Arrest.) September ..A Chapter by Gee RoughinSaturday, September 12, 1987. I am sitting in a concrete jail cell. I finally got paper. Pen to the paper, hard truth to the eye.. |
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Ch. 7: Fear of X (or the awkward path towards trus..A Chapter by Gee RoughinSuzie-Q went in her bedroom and shut the door. Suzie-Q stood looking at the door. Suzie-Q breathed out steel. He’s never gon.. |
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Ch. 8: Letter #1. Dear Ruth. July 21, 2007.A Chapter by Gee RoughinDear Ruth, I'm sorry you had to see me that way. This last lapse was too much for me. I think I've paid enough for other people's s.. |
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Exaggeration SoldA Poem by Craig RoznieckiExaggeration SoldIt’s become an epidemic,Murder, rape and theft,Stay inside and lock your doors,Setup an alarm and buy a gun,One gruesome image .. |
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Ch. 10: Fear of Sex (and the slippery slope to pro..A Chapter by Gee RoughinSuzie-Q’s legs were tired after running all day the day before, and she wasn’t able to get much further than the bend in the river whe.. |
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Ch. 11: The Paranoia Journals. (In the Hole.) Octo..A Chapter by Gee RoughinMonday, October 12, 1987.So the trial is finally over. Hoping to feel some hope for a week now, but bury that fast. Too much hope here, they s.. |
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Ch. 13: Fear of Sex (or discovering lesbian porn a..A Chapter by Gee RoughinAlice woke Suzie-Q up early. “Get up! Get up!” she said, shaking her. “I didn’t tell you last night--you seemed so tire.. |
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Ch. 14: Letter #2. Dear Alice. July 21, 2007.A Chapter by Gee RoughinDear Alice, A little bit strange to write to the dead, but as you know I have been dead more years than I was alive. Like talking to myself, but.. |
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Ch. 15: From Alice to her Mom. August 3, 2005.A Chapter by Gee RoughinDear Mom, I'm writing from prison. I'm sure despite our shall we say "conflictual" relationship? you have got to be worried by now! I.. |
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Ch. 16: From Alice to Suzie-Q. August 10, 2005.A Chapter by Gee RoughinDear Suzie-Q, I'm starting to get depressed. I guess that's not as bad as going crazy! but I do have daily contact with the prison staff. At fir.. |
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EyesA Stage Play by FlatDaddyAn erotic encounter of sorts, begun in Zilker Park in Austin on a sunny afternoon. This is more of a performance piece than a stage play; like intertw.. |
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ParanoiaA Poem by Spencer BridgesCan't really describe this one... |
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My ParanoiaA Poem by The JayI die tomorrow,I begin tomorrow,I live tomorrow,I end tomorrow,Will today matter?Will yesterday matter?Will it matter?Will it ever?I am lost tomorrow,.. |
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Excerpt A Type of Loathing ParanoiaA Story by NirvanaA Type Of Loathing Paranoia |
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It's Raining, It's PouringA Poem by KrisThe thunder is your Shadow's cries, the rain is its tears. For you never look behind you to say hello. |
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PanicA Poem by schnickythepAnd I was sober. |
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Shadow WatchingA Poem by Jordan A. Wilsonshadow watching.all the time.calms nerves.eases mind.paranoia?not, i think.watch them close.don't you blink.perceptive prowess?you are correct.those w.. |
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