Comments Posted By Hazem

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The first time he voted was over a referendum on whether to write an entirely new constitution, or to keep that haggard bitch of a document. He voted to dispose of her, but the people liked the old whore.

» Posted By hazem On 09.30.2012 @ 12:05 pm


What happened before time existed? It’s a bit like asking what is north of the North Pole. Actually, it’s exactly like asking what is north of the North Pole. Conceptual misconceptions.

» Posted By Hazem On 09.25.2012 @ 5:44 am


First there were only tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands, then millions, then billions, and that was when the planet started to creak.

» Posted By hazem On 09.22.2012 @ 12:08 pm


But I don’t want to.

And as I wait here for the 60 seconds to end, I see “be” and “gin”.

» Posted By hazem On 09.20.2012 @ 12:10 pm


I claim that you are a hairy bastard. Even though you are bald. As bald as Gandhi. And he wasn’t a bastard. I claim that making claims is an old, old business.

» Posted By hazem On 09.19.2012 @ 12:34 pm


Despite you backstabbing me, despite you chewing the gum that I’d brought for my nephew, despite killing my mother while she hid from my father, despite you singing “singing in the rain” when it wasn’t raining … despite all that … actually, no, I don’t love you. Not one teeny tiny bit, biatch.

» Posted By hazem On 09.18.2012 @ 3:53 pm


Forever. Never. Like a quantum state. Miles apart, but entangled with “spooky actions at a distance”.

» Posted By hazem On 09.17.2012 @ 11:59 am


Not alive. Not alive at all. Not one bit. Not half a breath. No beat. No cellular division. No signals in the brain. That’s how not alive. As not alive as the dead donkey festering at he end of the road. As not alive as her great great grandmother.

» Posted By hazem On 09.16.2012 @ 1:01 pm


The family. The mother had killed the baby boy. Her own. And then she renamed her daughter, who was six at the time of her brother’s murder, and named her after him. Bob, she is now called. Bob.

» Posted By hazem On 09.12.2012 @ 12:29 pm


Two cells, forever bound, unravel and then he comes. He leaps on the horse, binding hand to reins, binding thigh to saddle, mind to mind. He carries the flag and sinks his teeth into the horses neck, binding blood and tooth.

» Posted By hazem On 09.10.2012 @ 11:16 am


His headphones cuddled the top of his head, as though holding his skull in place so it didn’t fall apart — or rather explode from the loudness of the beat. Pure, thudding bass pounded at his brain from both sides, and I wonder how the walnuty organ withstood such a sonic attack.

» Posted By Hazem On 09.09.2012 @ 4:01 am

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