bad place dweller

Now I can tell the ground barely feels my footsteps

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He only showed me once, but there were piles of newspaper on his porch with empty pictures, and ash trays full of the dust they made when he let go. And so much cat piss.

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I had a paper route as a kid, and one of the stops was this old guy who could like pluck people out of printed photographs.

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When I asked about it, she set the basket down and stood inside of it. Then there was a bunch of food, and she was gone. Some guy walked out with it. I didn’t see him pay.

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There was this girl at HEB carrying around an empty basket, like even when she put things in it, it stayed empty.

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The other day a possum waddled across the yard grumbling about eternal recurrence, and I blacked out and fell off the porch

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The goal isn’t to pass on a lesson or judgement, but to observe things happening where they tend to be missed.

These stories have two parts: premise and outcome, which are at the same time causal and apparently unrelated.