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“ghosts of the past and technology” by Bogdan Dragos

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it's hard to get bored these days there's all these gadgets and technology and stuff and there's the ghosts of the past to keep one company and, if smart enough, one can learn to combine them He lied on his bed and finally turned on his phone The notifications were there and they assaulted him. The missed calls and the text messages YOU PIECE OF SHIT! ROT IN HELL GO DROWN IN SHIT, YOU ASSHOLE! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS DOING A NUMBER ON YOU! EVERY. SINGLE. LIE. YOU TOLD THERE'S A SPECIAL PLACE IN HELL FOR FUCKERS WHO MAKE SOMEONE FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM AND THEN TURN AWAY. YOU'RE GOING THERE!!!!!!! HEY, I'VE THROWN YOUR PICTURE IN THE FIREPLACE. I'LL SEND YOU THE VID OF IT BURNING SOOOO NICELY. JUST TO KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT SOON. OH, HOW SOOOOON... He turned the phone off…

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“modern relationships” by Bogdan Dragos

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when nothing happens, nothing happens and tonight nothing happened. He rolled over and turned his back to her There was a long silence She took her phone and accessed the surveillance camera installed in her parents' bedroom Nothing happened there either. They were just sleeping It was 01:32 AM Finally, he said, “Hey, have I told you that one story from back in the day when I used to live on the streets? About me stealing a sex doll from a shop?” “No,” she said. “I mean, you probably did, but I was too drunk to remember.” “Alright. So, wanna hear it again?” She put her phone away and turned to him and hugged him from the back and told him to go on She fell asleep before he got to the good part but that was alright it left something to talk about for the morrow or the next…

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“it all ended with a bang” by Bogdan Dragos

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they were kissing and playfully biting each other like teenagers in love as they walked up the stairs to the bedroom Once inside she made him sit on the bed and turned around to a desk in the corner. Opened the drawer “This,” she said, “was my father's study. He was a writer. And after his death I insisted that this become my room.” From the drawer she pulled out a silver revolver. Showed it to him. “This, he put against the roof of his mouth and fired. I was in my room, which is next door, when it happened. And, as I've told you before, I was playing with myself. Hard. And... it all ended with a bang. A big one. Ever since then, I've been unable to forget the man. How could I when it was him I was thinking about even before? Now, I always sleep in…

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“the world is cruel to artists” by Bogdan Dragos

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“You can’t put a leash
on art!” she cried. “The moment
you do so it
turns from a majestic
lion into a grumpy
house cat. Tell me,
would you rather
see grumpy house cats
or majestic lions
when you go out
exploring?”

“Do I really have to
answer that?” He said. “Look,
I’ve had just enough
of your
shitty analogies. I’m
really starting to
think the people
at the gallery were
right.”

Those words delivered
quite the hot
stab into her artistic
heart.

As an artist she
was already quite
famous
for being rejected at the
free gallery
for presenting
a poem about
climate change
written on a large, thick
cardboard.

Nothing wrong so
far, but
the letters in the poem
were formed with living
earthworms
and maggots
and centipedes
and small insects glued to
the cardboard.

The committee rejected
her project
for animal…

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Eye Nails by Bogdan Dragos

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A rusted iron mask upon a stoned wall with rusted chains as hair and beard
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dreaming of being

tied to some boulder

with chains

then the face gets covered

by a heavy mask

and

iron nails get

hammered through the

thing’s eyeholes

and into the

bearer’s eyes

they’ve got hooks

at the other

ends

to make sure

the mask doesn’t

slide off

It holds together

so well

it’s perfect

when everything gets painted

red

it’s time to wake up

into yet

another day in which

nobody gives a damn

about your soul

If you’re late for work,

they’ll ask where

you are, sure. But as long

as you’re there,

they’d never ask

how you are.

How did you sleep last

night

Are you eating well

are you

ever

having fun

Is your existence ever

just a bit

different

from

perfect, gray monotony

You still carrying that

faded

suicide note

in your pocket

You gonna do anything

about your

mental health

You…

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there is a middle way, apparently by Bogdan Dragos

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It's late 23:58 not many buildings around and even less people a few trees and bushes and a mostly empty parking lot I walk towards my car when she comes out from behind the yellow dumpster approaching me holding a clinking piggy-bank in her pale outstretched hands “No thanks,” I said and resumed my walking, checking my pockets for the car key “But,” she said, “if you don't take it I won't be able to haunt you tonight.” I stopped Turned around Walked back a few steps to face her again I pulled out a coin and tossed it into the small opening of the piggy-bank There is a middle way, apparently If you have an infinite amount of coin tosses you have a possibility of landing it on neither heads nor tails Eventually, it'll land on its edge and stay so I think it did on that night I'm…

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Two Disowned Souls by Bogdan Dragos

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A woman standing with a wine glass in her hand and her head tilted to the side while a man sits diagonally behind her with a wine glass in one hand and wine bottle in the other
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those were some

seriously

tired eyes

Some people are just

born

with them

It’s not a matter of

getting enough

sleep

The tiredness

is in the soul itself

He looked forty

though he was

twenty-two

and as she told her

friends

(with the family she

didn’t talk)

she found him in a bar,

passed out

under the table

“I kicked the fool in

the side, lightly,

and the next thing I know

he’s humping my leg

and calling me ‘mommy’.

How can you

not take a boy like him home

and fuck him?

Well, admittedly I was

pretty drunk.” she laughed.

“Anyway, I’m still holding

on to him

to this day. Did you

know that he writes poetry?

Of all things, hah! He writes

these honeyed love poems

and reads them to me

and I pay him with some liquor

and a good fuck.

We’re pretty…

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It’s just normal in dreams by Bogdan Dragos

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A woman in a sleeping state morphed with her in a semi seated state with her hand on her forehead
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“Yeah,” she said, “my father was

not the friendliest

drunk in the

neighborhood

and he’s

definitely not missed

now that he no longer

troubles anyone. But

you know, I did learn something

from him, alright.”

Listening to

her words, he poured another

glass for himself

and then

one for her. “What could

you learn from a

man like him, darling?”

She took her glass

and smiled

and licked her lips, biting

the lower one

as she stared at him

before she drank. “See, this

is what I like

about you. You’re the opposite

of my father. You’re

the friendly type of drunk. The

type that betters the

party rather than ruining it.

I can love a man

like that to death, I

really can.”

She drank and made kissing

motions with her

red lips

at him

“Anyway, about my father. From

him I learned that

dreams

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just four walls by Bogdan Dragos

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there is something about
walls
and man's
inborn need
to be surrounded by them

It's those who
grew up
not surrounded by them
that know best

Last night
was
for him
the first night spent
alone between four walls
in a long, long time

and it wasn't even
a jail cell

It was a
rented room in the basement
of a building

Small, narrow, yet big
with emptiness

Just a bed, a wardrobe,
a desk and
a chair

and nothing else was needed
to feel fulfilled
and to dream of
something so warm and wholesome
as a woman
sitting on a pillow
on the floor,
holding a cotton swab in one
hand and inviting with
the other, pointing to
her lap

Heaven

Four walls, man. Only four
walls and a break
from the madness outside
and there you have it

Heaven

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to outcrazy the crazies by Bogdan Dragos

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She ordered drinks, but would take them in plastic cups so she could enjoy them outside the bar on the steps “She thinks she's too good for us,” said the other girls. “Doesn't wanna drink with losers.” “She's just crazy,” said another girl. “Leave her be.” “That's her art and the thing she's best at,” said another girl. “This girl, oh, she can out-crazy all the crazies. I like her. Love her. It wasn't that long ago when she was approached outside in the darkness by some thug-looking dude who invited her into the back alley and she agreed. But, she removed her clothes right there on the steps. An' pulled a goddamned switchblade from between her legs. Told the guy that she doesn't take money. Tongue, ear, eye, or finger, she told him. Asked, which would you like me to carve out and tuck neatly in my lady pocket…

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