She calls me Blogo. Bold, brilliant and brief . . . I am a special sort of thief. I steal time from their lifetimes. (While drinking wine.) I claw . . . the fervent core of my gray tofu dough. Longhand . . . I suffer the rectangular face of the white paper. I tend to unleash some hormonal, sometimes ammonia scented, dish of adjectives spiced with mega-dental but mental-microtonality wish. Sometimes I wish my pencil were not a sharp moon-driven wish. I stubbornly try to suppress the obstinate pressure of time spoiling the taste of my wine . . .
“Listen. There is this sort of competition. You gotta pay admission.”
“What’s that . . .”
“It’s all about some recognition.”
“What’s that . . .”
“Acceptance.”
“Are you sure . . .”
. . . .
This is the first page of the story. I charge a subscription of $36 per year for access to all my stories. There are 15 stories currently on my website -- ogoart.com -- and I will publish a new one each month, together with -- from time to time -- some excerpts from my novels. To subscribe, go to my website at www.ogoart.com and click on "Writings".
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