Category Archives: His Nibs

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Posted on 20 January 2012 by cenobyte

Fill these empty spaces These interstitial echoes of wheres we’ve been. Here is the crucible Opening before you, Incandescent. See this sandpaper scar, this winsome grin. Here are my arms Here my lips, parted Here is my short-gasped breath

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Six of Thirteen

Posted on 20 December 2011 by cenobyte

The spring of 1997 I moved in with Drang, and one of his best friends used to spend a lot of time at the house. His friend was drop-dead sexy, rather shy, with a biting wit and a soft-spoken nature. … Continue reading →

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To My Boyfriends

Posted on 1 March 2010 by cenobyte

I love you all. You know that, because I tell you all the time. Buddy Holly, you were my first boyfriend. Coincidentally, you were also my first dead boyfriend. You know what? I’m not going to harp on little imperfections … Continue reading →

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Old often means better (+PSA)

Posted on 27 February 2010 by cenobyte

For instance, when oiling your hardwood floors, it is *much* better (and faster, actually) to just get down on your hands and knees and do it yourself by hand, rather than trying to use fancy “time and energy saving” products … Continue reading →

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Why I Love My Inlaws

Posted on 19 February 2010 by cenobyte

We were looking at photos as we burned them to disc for the in-laws. This is something we do once or twice a year, because we are nerds. And by ‘we’, I mean “me”. This photo, taken, as you can … Continue reading →

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