Mark's Pages

Workbook: December, 2017

• December 31, 2017: History of things to come.
• December 30, 2017: Government pawns and missing limbs: that's amore.
• December 29, 2017: Romance novels, science-fiction, and sharia law.
• December 28, 2017: Quarters in the ceiling.
• December 27, 2017: "Just... live," said my father, nervously...
• December 26, 2017: Smell of lighter fluid.
• December 25, 2017: Hick town Juliette.
• December 24, 2017: Young Waterbury women.
• December 23, 2017: In masquerade she wears a crown of fingers.
• December 22, 2017: That one wanted to wrestle.
• December 21, 2017: There's a reference in a very old journal...
• December 20, 2017: There's something familiar about that time and place.
• December 19, 2017: She made out with my academic advisor.
• December 18, 2017: We were close then.
• December 17, 2017: He told her, "I don't care who you give your body to..."
• December 16, 2017: He slept with eyes open.
• December 15, 2017: Kong lives on a very black island but loves white chicks the best.
• December 14, 2017: The optimism of Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke.
• December 13, 2017: Since then there've been so many.
• December 12, 2017: The first person I knew who died was a boy in high school who shot himself.
• December 11, 2017: The claustrophobia thing.
• December 10, 2017: She paid for that record with her pussy.
• December 9, 2017: At the worst moment of the worst year of my life...
• December 8, 2017: Downstairs Diva dimes her Marshall stack...
• December 7, 2017: There seems to be almost no public memory of the resistance to Nazi occupation.
• December 6, 2017: Hill of the Pnyx.
• December 5, 2017: Crowds.
• December 4, 2017: For our final morning we go searching for the scene of the crime.
• December 3, 2017: The desk fellow was taken aback when I apologized.
• December 2, 2017: Signs of the crisis.
• December 1, 2017: Bored American blonde on honeymoon.