Nu suntem nici noi departe de el. Săracul…

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

sufletul trebuie să știe ceva
ce mintea nu
poate să cuprindă.

Asta ziceau cu toții când
îl priveau 
de departe 

El dormea sub pod
noaptea

Și-n timpul zilei
săracul stătea pe marginea 
râului
și arunca pietre-n apă
toată ziulica
cu obsesie

Și când nu mai vedea pietre
în jur
începea să plângă.

Puține lucruri sună mai deranjant
în ureche 
decât plânsul unui adult.

– Omu’ ăsta a avut o familie
acu’ câțiva ani, zicea lumea.
A avut o soție și copii. Și o slujbă în
mina aia de colo. 
Și-ntr-o zi un bolovan îi căzu-n cap
și odată cu mințile 
i-a luat tot din viață. Săracul... 

Imagine de David Mark de la Pixabay 

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whatsoever things ye ask for when ye pray by Bogdan Dragos

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she came out of her house after the heavy rain stopped and walked up to the bridge and leaned forward over the flat rail and watched the turbid river flowing by, disappearing with infinite length below her feet The rail was wet and she wiped it with a few tissues and then got her notebook out Using a simple pencil she began drawing the river There wasn't much to it, just a couple of lines but she gave them a nice form And when she was done with the drawing she began writing Wrote a poem into the drawn river Eternal sensation of falling I hear an inhuman voice calling Feel my awareness crawling underneath. Is it angel for real or just a myth? I shall jump toward it I shall jump toward it I'm ready this world to quit She ripped the paper and crumpled it and unfolded it…

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It’s just a prank, bro! by Bogdan Dragos

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he opened the shitty door of his shitty apartment and got in looking like shit The jacket was torn at the sleeves and the shirt underneath was torn at the chest Wet mud adorned his knees and ankles and his cheap shoes were about to fall off There was blood stuck into his thick beard and mustache and a bit around the knuckles "Happy new year!" he said as he closed the door behind him and paced from hallway to bathroom Yes, another New Year's Eve spent alone He was 46 But the punks he beat in the streets couldn't have been older than 16 The fuckers were doing what today's kids called 'pranks' and threw firecrackers at him "It's just a prank, bro!" they cried over and over again as he charged them and started swinging wildly At some point the punks had to fight back or die but…

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quitting motivation by Bogdan Dragos

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He placed the camera on the tripod and the tripod on his desk and stood about four minutes in silence just staring at it after pressing record unblinking "It happened the other night," he finally said. "After about four or three hours of random executions with no context and deadly accidents and maiming and animal cruelty and animal attacks on humans and basic degeneracy, I stumbled upon her video. I swear to God and back, she was the prettiest girl I ever saw. With a face so clean and so symmetrical you'd think it was computer generated. Oh, but she was real, alright. She was so real. And what she did was real. She motivated me. You know how sometimes you don't feel like getting out of bed or doing anything really and then someone shows you some guy without hands or legs or both who does that thing? It's…

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It helps release stress hormones by Bogdan Dragos

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different creatures will have different ways to cope with grief and stress There was a movie once in which a group of explorers got captured and imprisoned by a tribe of cannibals who were taking them out of the cage, killing and eating them one by one. And there's this scene where one of the prisoners pulls his dick out and starts rubbing it vigorously as the others watch with unspeakable indignation The explanation was simple. It helps release stress hormones Well, if it worked in a situation like that, he thought, then surely it will work as he does it in his room He's not surrounded by cannibals about to kill and eat him No, on the other side of the door is just a crying mother holding an eviction note in her trembling hands, reading it aloud to him through sobs, begging him to understand that it is…

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eavesdropping for inspiration by Bogdan Dragos

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they say that eavesdropping on private conversations is quite the great idea for writers looking for inspiration Well, I think I was still a writer back then The year was 2013 and I was in college and also working my first job as a waiter at a fancy restaurant The problem with running a fancy restaurant in a not-at-all-fancy town is that you're gonna lack customers On that evening there was but a single table with one couple and I couldn't stand the guy I couldn't even call it eavesdropping because you could hear the dialogue even if you covered your ears Also I couldn't call it a dialogue because only the guy was talking And my god, was he talking and talking and talking and jumping from topic to topic like a loud, splashing skipping stone Who the hell could listen to his rambling and be like, 'okay, I've…

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Whatsoever things ye ask for when ye pray by Bogdan Dragos

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The close up of a dark-skinned woman's red lipstick mouth blowing a thick plume of smoke
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she came out of her

house after

the heavy rain stopped

and walked up to

the bridge

and leaned forward

over the rail

and watched the

turbid river flowing by,

disappearing with

infinite length below her

feet

The rail was

wet and

she wiped it with

a few tissues

and then got her notebook

out

Using a simple pencil

she began drawing

the river

There wasn’t much to it,

just a couple of lines

but she gave them a nice

form

And when she was

done with the

drawing

she began writing

Wrote a poem into

the drawn river

Eternal sensation of

falling

I hear an inhuman voice

calling

Feel my awareness

crawling

underneath. Is it angel

for real or just a myth?

I shall jump toward it

I shall jump toward it

I’m ready this

world to quit

She ripped the paper

and crumpled it

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it’s gonna be a fantastic scene by Bogdan Dragos

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the children are bothering her again running around her small table as she's struggling to focus on typing there's plenty of room in the house but the lil' shits have to play around her and the keyboard And it goes on and on and the kids spin round and round running, screaming, calling each other names, testing out new cuss words She's taking a small break to light another cigarette the beer bottle that stands on the table besides the keyboard is empty and that's even more annoying than the kids she grabs it and tucks it between her legs squeezes it hard in the chapter she's writing her alter ego enters the house to find the unnamed man naked on the bed and then proceeds to describe poetically how a rose stem with thorns is tucked deep into his urethra and the flower stands in full bloom at the…

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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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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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