Tollbooth is a novel that was published by Piscataway House.
Synopsis: Jimmy Saare collects tolls on the New Jersey Parkway. He’s had a mental snap, as a result, is becoming uncontrollably fixated with the 19 year old Gena who works the copy machine at Officetown. Despite his wife Sarah’s impending pregnancy, Jimmy pursues his desire for Gena, unexpectedly becoming more entangled with the strange manipulations of an anarchistic teenager, Kid with Clownhead, who wants to start his own destructive cult when he grows up.
Shrieking tires startled me from my magazine: swimsuit girls kissing deep in tropical water.
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The exquisite cadaver will drink the new wine. (Surrealist fragment)
Let me count the ways I fucking hate Noalsy. Could probably sue him on more than one count as well. Defamation, if nothing else. Saying I’ve got no personality! I’ve got more than that workaday knucklefuck in my back pocket. More than most people actually. I collect them.
I mean, take this: I give a master class on how to better yourself in the blink of an eye, and he goes and seals me up in a bloody mausoleum for my trouble. And posts a pissed
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He who would valiant be ’gainst all disaster Let him in constancy follow the Master…
(Noalsy the Bailiff)
Like a lot of paranoid kids I invented my own superstitions, so as to be bound by them. Mostly quite arbitrary and to do with things like holding your breath while crossing between two Belisha beacons and not blinking till the white dot on the telly disappeared. Get ready press the off switch and stare the bleeder right out. If anyone disrupted those customs I’d feel off-key all day.
I never had any time for things like broken
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Whenever I passed a parked car with a scrawled price in the window, I invariably pulled over for a closer look. For a long time I devoted myself to the conspiracy that some ruffian was siphoning gas from my tank, before conceding to the chilling truth: my truck was a guzzler. In a modern world, ten miles to a gallon was the rough equivalent of highway robbery. I parked at the end of the driveway. A man was sitting on the front steps, can in koozie. The closer he came, the larger he loomed, with biceps as wide as
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Listen to a reading of “The Revenant” by George Saitoh.
SYNOPSIS: After over a decade of exile in France, from a Yugoslavia since dissolved into independent states, Zinc embarks on a reluctant homecoming aboard his small cargo vessel, the Baceuse. From the moment of departure across a winter Mediterranean he is tormented by what he has left behind and what might lie ahead. En route he passes the beautiful island of Corsica where he spent a forgettable but not forgotten year of training with the French Foreign Legion to become the man he wished he had been when his hometown
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An except from the novel Wagon 537 Christiania
Per Šmidl lived in a wagon in Copenhagen’s Christinia for two years. His autobiographical novel describes living there among people with an individual and original approach to life, curious tourists, anarchists and whatever category you can think of.
Christiania’s birthday opened the yellowed photo album of my mind exactly to the page where the pictures from Christiania’s ten years anniversary celebration are forever inserted. On that day, one of the items on the agenda was a dog show. This epic event took place in the open area in front of The
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Listen to a reading of “CAT-STEALER” by Simon Jacobs.
When he whirls around in the doorway to face me, that’s when I see what he’s taken: tucked under his arm, limp and nonplussed as all get out, it’s our beloved cat, held like a hostage. This is what people are doing now, just walking into other peoples’ houses and seizing pets like there’s no such thing as ownership. But I cannot accept this. “PUT SMOKY DOWN.” This was in the days before we left for good, while we were deciding what to leave behind to the elements and
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Bullshit Rodeo is a nonlinear narrative written from the perspective of a woman stuck at the poverty level in rural Texas who is struggling with depression, anxiety, a sexless marriage, motherhood and unrequited love. It is a bitter love letter to Texas and a starry eyed love letter to California and Dan Zero, the anti-hero of the small press.
Last night my friend from Los Angeles called to check on me. She was drinking a six dollar bottle of wine she had purchased at Trader Joe’s. She told me there are three vortices on her property and she can hear
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Excerpt from novella “Getting Lucky,” from GETTING LUCKY: NEW & SELECTED STORIES, 1982-2012.
(Part I of V)
I. The Award Lucas “Lucky” Bohannon lays the tux out on the ratty bedspread alongside his leopard-skin pillbox hat, black designer T-shirt, and white suspenders. He wishes Lotte-Mia was with him – he could tell her this hotel is the one where Joe Buck spent his first nights in Manhattan in Midnight Cowboy. You have to be quick to see it in the movie — it’s only on screen for a second or two – a long, vertical, neon sign hugging the
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M.O.N. ObliviOnanisM. Volume I: Dissolving. ISBN-13: 978-0615730929. gnOme books. 2012. 96 pp. $9.99.
A profanely mystical work of hyperpurple theory-porn, ObliviOnanisM is an auto-erotic intellectual fiction envisioning the phantastical unending odyssey of a young woman, Gemma, whom you will never know.
“ObliviOnanisM is some pretty weird shit . . . Language-wise, it’s written like one of Lovecraft’s fantasy stories, all flowery and dense, winding prose. We go deep into Gemma’s darkest desires . . . The general tone and feeling of the text are equal parts Bataille and Story of O . . . frankly, it’s amazing to me that
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