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Paul Christensen

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    Paul Christensen

    Are you ready to bring back a weapon from another world?

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    Paul Christensen

    Childhood is bound like the Gordian knot with my memories of the Black Sea, and I still feel its waters welling up within me today. Sometimes these waters are leaden, as grey as the military ships that sail on their curved expanses, and sometimes they are blue as pigmented cobalt. Then would come dusk, when I would sit and watch the seabirds waver to shore, flitting from open waters to the quiet empty vastlands in darkening spaces behind me, the same birds Ovid once saw during his exile, perhaps; and the same waters the Argonauts crossed searching for the fleece of renewal. And out in the distance, invisible, the towering heights of Caucasus, where once-bright memories of the fire-thief have transmuted into something weird and many-faceted, and beyond these, pitch-black Karabakh in dolorous Armenia.

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    Fifty grand for a paper bucket? Well it was all about context, you see.

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    For a fair maid of England hath told me That the crows are departed the Tower. So I’ll seek for my bailiwick elsewhere, Sniffing out some new dungheap of power.

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    He was eager to tell me about his latest work, which consisted of him vomiting on a footpath, then cordoning it off. Each artwork lasted until the first ‘philistine’ thought to take the rope down. ‘In that way, the philistine is drawn – whether he likes it or not – into my art. He becomes part of it…and the vomit part of him. Essentially, it is the cosmic vomit. We all spew it. It blurs the boundaries, subverts the liminal…

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    I’m not a fan of Kurt’s…I’m no longer writing my thesis on him.” “Why?” “He liked guns too much. It didn’t sit right with me as a gun control advocate.” So, she had become a true conformist, one of the dreaded campus normals!

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    I swear it only hit me then, with full conscious force, who the real villains of this piece had been from start to finish…those lying, cancerous dogs of the mainstream media!

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    My dreams are all of fire – mother says dreams usually go by opposites, so does that mean the world will end in ice?

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    Remember the Morning Star,” he enjoined. But I didn’t tell him about Tegg, whose face was the starry void itself...

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    The night I killed Packo I had a terrible dream. A hideous female corpse was floating towards me through a closed window. Calling itself ‘Bonna’, the corpse kept insisting that it was the real rebel, the real iconoclast. Its face had the same grim, sickly look I had observed on USA establishment figures, and I believe that it was the baby boomer generation incarnate…utterly enslaved to globalism, yet still desperately wanting to be seen as ‘edgy’ and ‘rebellious’.

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    What is the purpose of these dolls?” “To play with, of course.” “Do they look Ukrainian, with their plastic eyes and muddy features blended from every race on earth?

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    Would they ever let go, these grey, turtle-faced creatures? Would their stranglehold on the Western world ever cease?