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Airship crash and butchering gig

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Saturday, March 25 2017

1. A sunny day on a shore where a vast desert meets the sea. An airship has been caught in a strong wind and is rapidly losing altitude. The balloon is squashed in a concave semi-circular shape, and the craft is going steeply downwards and is obviously going to crash. Jacques Paganel is the only person aboard; he isn’t panicking, just looking at the approaching ground with grim determination. I observe it as a disembodied presence flying/falling besides the airship.    

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Knitter/detective and the desert flood orchestra

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Thursday, March 2 2017

  1. I work in a surreal sort of plant as a knitter, one among many. The rest aren’t happy with their work conditions and go on a strike; however, I take pride in my work and sit high atop a tangle of silver steel pipes outside, knitting with green wool while the others are shouting and protesting on the lawn below. The pipes are cold, although the day is sunny and it is summer.     2. An unfamiliar young woman has a bullet hole in her coccyx. I am her friend and

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Art gallery streets

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Wednesday, February 15 2017

1. Hometown near my old primary school, cloudy summer day. I’m on a ski lift 20 feet up, slowly moving westwards, with a clowder of cats in the street below me. I look in amusement as they jump to get me, knowing that it is impossible, when a gray cat almost reaches me. When he fails, a ginger-and-white cat takes his place and actually touches my foot, but I shake him off. 2. I board a train after some demon hunting. There are still wisps of smoke around me from the heat of hell and

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Tornado

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Thursday, January 26 2017

Me, Kiddo and my neighbours R and N with their three kids are walking across their field towards the road, chatting happily, when I notice dark storm clouds gathering and starting tornadoes sneaking down like foggy fingers. I scream: "Tornado!" as they stand there dazed and unbelieving. I yell at them to get moving, to run, tell the kids to drop down flat and hold on to fistfuls of grass if they cannot outrun it. The tornado approaches and has dark blue upwards ripples in it; the air i

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