dumpster fire by Bogdan Dragos

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four nights ago one of the plastic dumpsters caught fire and kept burning until morning it offered light and warmth and the best part... as it grew ever smaller with melting, it resembled a statuette of a female figure licking lustfully at it's own hands joined in prayer It would've been a sin not to take her home He had no home other than the abandoned building he lived in though, so he took her there and joined her in prayer and made love to it many times, his lips black from caressing the burnt plastic this morning too he defecates on it and spreads the stuff all over her face to keep her alive There is infinite happiness in his success She starts talking to him, uttering kind words he'd never heard from humans in his life “My love,” she says, “your genuine appreciation of my beauty pleases me…

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Pressure by Bogdan Dragos

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The close up black and white image of a woman wearing a superhero eye mask and smoking a cigarette
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she slept with a small,

thin Batman plushie

between her

breasts

and often woke up

with it

soaked in sweat

The poor Batman looked

diseased,

crushed,

and suicidal.

Clearly he was facing a

villain he could

not hope to defeat

It was the dreams

that made her

sweat so

There was much pressure

in her dreams

The last one

was about her lower jaw

pressing against the upper

one

until the teeth came out

of their socket, all of them,

and she swirled them

around her mouth

like tic-tacs

and eventually swallowed them

one by one

until she choked

In another dream

she pressed

her thumbs against her

temples

until they went in with

a crunchy sound followed

by complete silence

and pain

but the worst dreams

were those in

which she applied pressure

to others

and not to herself

There was a lot of

pressure

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still playing by Bogdan Dragos

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that love is a strange thing we need not remind ourselves again too much has been said about the damn thing and not enough has been felt we're not getting anywhere like that, are we? Rather than talk about it just allow yourself to feel Maybe go out, open the trunk of your car and find among the junk the thick, white rope that not too long ago circled her throat she wanted to die that day but you wouldn't let her followed her into the forest, you have. And tackled her at the base of the wide oak tree with low branches you robbed her of her rope like robbing an elderly lady of her purse in some dark parking lot She cried and held on to it but you were more determined life won over death that day life has to win over death every day, while death…

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A Bouquet of Blood Roses by Bogdan Dragos

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The abstract image of a young woman in red with a red rose superimposed over her
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even the full moon

felt like a

spotlight above him

It made him

sweat in

the cold night

as he

wandered the streets

Nothing too out of

the ordinary

about him. Just an

average guy

wearing average clothes

and carrying a

rather thick strand of hair

in his breast pocket

crimson red

and long as a

forearm

He would hold on

to it for

the rest of his life,

no doubt about it

Surely it was a thing that

he could take

along even

if he would be dragged into

prison,

which was definitely not

out of the

question at this time

His tired pacing

directed

him away from the main

streets

and towards the back

alleys

where he stopped

before a dumpster and

knelt

and held the crimson

strand of hair in his palms

like a crushed flower,

watering it with

his tears

as he began…

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a big hole in the ear lobe by Bogdan Dragos

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She pointed at the

big hole in

her ear lobe.

“Yeah, I tried putting

a horn through it.

Real piece of horn from

a bull, by the way.

But problem was, after I got

it in, well, it just

didn’t look as cool as

I thought it would. It

didn’t look

like a horn. More like a

dick. I don’t wanna

walk around with

a dick in my ear. And now I’m

stuck with

this hole. I like it,

but I’d like to

fill it with something.

Something cool, you know?

What would you put in it

if you

were me? Oh, and don’t give some

witty answer like ‘common sense’ or

‘a brain’ or some shit

like that cuz I’ll leave

right away.”

He said nothing. Just watched

her, eyes

fixated on the large hole

in her ear lobe

She snapped her

fingers. “Hey, you alright

though?”

He said…

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If you don’t make friends with rejection it’ll become your stalker

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By Bogdan Dragos

the building was scheduled to be demolished it was already just a pile of rubble standing somewhat together It'll probably be demolished by the same local company that rejected his application for a job When you're homeless not even demolition companies will hire you Or perhaps it was because he kept making advances to the manager who interviewed him Well, he was drunk and thought the manager was quite beautiful in her worker's attire so he got double rejected Eh, wouldn't be for the first time though If you don't make friends with rejection it'll become your stalker "Fuckin' shit!" he said, kicking at the corner of a wall and dislodging a piece of concrete He would've kicked some more but didn't wanna do the job for the damned company that rejected him There was nothing else to do but get down, stand with the back against…

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Trash Collector by Bogdan Dragos

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A man collecting garbage from the street and picking it up to put in a huge sack behind him
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I don’t know what was

more impressive

about him

the fact that he

collected trash

in a bag that was

at least three

times bigger than himself

and carried that bag

on his back

or the fact that

it was winter

and he was only

in shorts

and wasn’t cold

That one evening when

he approached me

in the store’s parking lot

he asked if I’d

seen any cans

I reached into my

shopping bag

and gave him one.

A can of beer

He shook his head

at it. “Nah, man, I can’t

take it like this.”

“What d’ you mean?”

I asked

He pointed at

it. “This ain’t trash,

man. It’s a perfectly

fine can

of beer. I only

take trash.”

Something told me that

the time

and the place was not

for arguing or

demanding explanations

You don’t just

ask a man like him to

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The Law of Luck by Bogdan Dragos

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A young man with a bloody beaten up face and his fists raised at face level
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the last bar brawl

left him without

a chunk of his

upper lip

and a nose busted

beyond recognition

now his whole face

was swollen

like he was

wearing a

cheap rubber mask

his opponent

used brass knuckles

it seemed. Getting shot

probably wouldn’t have

hurt as much

but luckily he

kept his

teeth

Actually the teeth were fake

from another

brawl

but at least they didn’t

come off

It was a weird sort

of luck

And the law of luck was

what he believed in

and he theorized about

it whenever he

got drunk

or high on his prescription

medicine

“A balance has to

be maintained,” he said. “This

thing is sacred. An’ I’ll

fight everybody

who says it ain’t so!”

Likely a lot

of people

said it ain’t so

“There’s a sacred balance

in the universe.

You cannot have a streak

of bad luck

without…

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The Way to Worship the Devil by Bogdan Dragos

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A red faced evil looking devil with red horns on its head
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the black metal was

blasting

in the speakers

but the

painted faces on

her wallpapers

no longer grinned

at her

and no longer whispered

too bad,

the drugs wore off

Well, the best part about

living with grandpa

was that she could

simply get out in the

middle of the night

dressed however she wanted

and return in the morning

with whatever she could get

The old man

wasn’t like the

stereotypes she read about

on the internet

He spent all his days

and nights

in his

bedroom,

hunched over a small desk

sitting in a

creaky chair

that meowed every time he

turned a page

in the notebook he

was writing

‘He probably does more

drugs than

I do,’ she thought.

A few days ago

she went into the

bathroom

and found a bunch of

burnt logs and twigs

in the bathtub

Being high

an’ all…

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whatever you seek you will not find by Bogdan Dragos

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the more you struggle to attain happiness the heavier depression becomes but somewhere along the way you have to realize why you want to be happy What's the reason? If it's just because happiness feels good and the other thing doesn't then it's not enough the very search for happiness occurs because the mind thinks it's smarter than the heart. It thinks that it knows better what happiness is what a fool pathetic the mind doesn't know shit it's just a bully who coerces every other part of the being to agree with its twisted ideas And the heart, not being able to fight back because fighting involves hating an opponent, just surrenders, lets the mind have its way Do not seek to get rid of depression seek to be okay with having it Side with the heart, not with the mind The heart loves and accepts and you can't…

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