Hani Zahra - "Some Day Parade"

Ammunition for a laser gun. Sparks. A stack of love leathers, pink on pink on pink stretched around pink. A torn page from a joke book for smokers: "Doctor, how do i quit smoking?" "Stop, drop, and roll."

If my phone were really smart it wouldn't get lost, even cats can keep from getting lost, and they don't have Wikipedia on them. A discarded wireless microphone, for someone, somewhere, what i'm saying is really loud. Another page: "Did you say ziggurat?" "No, cigarette." "Oh, i dont have one of those either."

Bored sun. Big fat bored sun, steeping the world in its juices. The oceans brown and the sides of the world drip with sweat, and when the world is just a grey ball from the outside we will know the true extent of it. "My boss has cancer." "Cancer? I don't even know her." "Well i do, and she has cancer."

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Also, the marvelous Montreal actor Greg Kramer has died at 50. I was lucky enough to work with him once, and more lucky to see him perform.