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About Me

There's a lot of dialogue and stick people in my head -occasionally maybe sometimes an explosion. You should create your own MySpace Layouts like me by using nUCLEArcENTURy .COM's MySpace Profile Editor !

My Interests

writing, reading, booze, morally corrupt women, dogs

I'd like to meet:

maybe you in a dark alley.

Music:

anything but sammy hagar

Movies:

only on lifetime

Television:

i'm a news junkie. king of the hill.

Books:

What we talk about when we talk about love, cathedral and just about everything else Raymond Carver has written, Delilo's white noise, some hem, some bukowski (what a lush), chekov, dickens, Flannery O'Connor (in particular What Rises Must Converge), Tom Robbins, Tim O'Brien, Martin, Phillip K. Dick, Matt Ruff, Vonnegut, Saunders, Alice Munro, Larry Brown, Breece DJ Pancake, Henry Miller, Jonathan Safran Foer, Ed McClanahan, Barbara Kingsolver, Guy Davenport, Thomas Merton and Wendell Berry

Heroes:

hero sh-mero.

My Blog

monsters

Her barking wakes me up. Lucy spins her heavy black and white frame around in a circle at the prospect of my consciousness. Her nails click and clack across the scarred hard wood ...
Posted by Duncan on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 01:20:00 PST

Ballad of the Lonely Sea Monkey

Ballad of the lonely Sea Monkey By John Duncan "I know he loves dogs." She said, stepping out of the bathroom with the mirror. Mary walked over to the bed naked and blushed in the lampli...
Posted by Duncan on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:34:00 PST

The Death of Earl Turner

We take walks at night, before bed, because she says it always calms her down. She and I pass by sleepy homes occasionally rousing an errant bark from a family pet. Fragmented lights dance...
Posted by Duncan on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 05:18:00 PST

outside

"So you're telling me that your cat is in the tree?" Her voice came through the line with an edge of disbelief and frustration. "That's exactly what I'm telling you. Yes." I was lay...
Posted by Duncan on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 08:57:00 PST

smoke

He was staring into the window fan when I walked into his room. He had turned it around and it was pulling the cold morning air into his bedroom. At first I thought he was saying somethin...
Posted by Duncan on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 11:21:00 PST

strangers counting seconds

Strangers Counting Seconds By John Duncan These people had seen him before. They had walked past him and they had made brief, uncomfortable eye contact. When they did, he would jus...
Posted by Duncan on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 06:31:00 PST

the fastest cabbie in Lexington

the myth of terry: fastest cabbie Lexington had ever seen by John Duncan I had woke up in a strange place again. I looked around the room; at the unfamiliar surroundings. The walls were ...
Posted by Duncan on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 10:37:00 PST

a couple of vignettes to pass the time

Christmas time in the desert I was in a diner eating eggs. The jukebox was broke. We were somewhere in Arizona but it was freezing. There had been a cold snap and we had decid...
Posted by Duncan on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 04:31:00 PST

The way they danced

here is the latest revision -dunc I stood there watching them, slowly brushing her hair. the way they danced Her hair shot out in different directions, like thoughts aimless and never considered.&n...
Posted by Duncan on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 03:23:00 PST

Ballad of the Lonely Sea Monkey

Dunno if all of the editting is done on this one. I might have to change it a couple of hundred more times. cheers. Ballad of the lonely Sea Monkey By John Duncan "I k...
Posted by Duncan on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 01:54:00 PST