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Eric Jennings

Eric Jennings

he/him, dilettante, poet, invocateur, acccidental yogi and dabbler in patamysticism which is the spiritual branch of pataphysics

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what we love is what we hope is who we are

For most of my life, I felt disconnected and adrift. My childhood was marked by abuse and neglect. I never felt like I belonged to my birth family. The thing I remember most about being young
that time
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My Vertical Interrogation

I believe I am the figment of a little boy’s imagination. He’s trying to imagine himself in the future. In a different future than the one he expects. I am ten years old imaging I am sixty-three.
that time
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A Bad Fall, and a Return

(This is part of a series. You can read related posts here.) I had a bad fall. As in the season. My mood generally turns dour around September, but then usually gets better by Thanksgiving. My
that time
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zero-G sapphire shots jockstraps

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algorithmic sabotage
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we begin

that was how it started, this is how it started, that death, this death, two points, on an imaginary line, only one point, on a circle, a clock...
that time
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The Custom of Violence

It is not known what his disposition was as an infant but it is assumed that he was born innocent, curious, bright. His parents were mostly absent, the father physically, spending his days looking for work
that time
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A Man in Full

Despite his six foot height and broad shoulders, his clothes hung on him loosely like a child growing into hand-me-downs. He wore a green plaid flannel shirt, faded blue jeans and shiny black boots. Tattoos peeked
that time
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Xenon Neptune

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algorithmic sabotage
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Goat Song

Pan-ic Terror: a sudden fright with no cause, some old guy singing about death shuts me inside the familiar, fingers squeaking on steel, a hallelujah for forgotten children.
invocation
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Unsubscribe Now or Forever Hold Your Peas

Have you ever been disappointed when one of your favorite bands put out an album that you hated? I mean one that's so far and away from their previous stuff that you don't recognize them in it? I feel like that's what I'm doing to you.
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