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Frank Cotolo
October 9, 2014 |
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Aug. 5 - I'm in Oregon because this morning I had a strange urge to get into a car and drive
west. The only problem is that I got into someone else's car and drove way too far way too fast.
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March 16 - This beret I bought on line is beautiful but for the dead bird packaged inside of
it. I am against killing birds at random, no less using eBay as a burial site.
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Nov. 27 - Now that Thanksgiving is over I can get back onto my cam and show strangers my
knee scars.
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Jan. 12 - Whom does Janine think she is fooling with after all we have been through? I don't
like to get angry at women who stay the night and bring their revolvers but she went way over the
line holding the gun to my head and making me paint tiny targets on her toenails so that she could
force me to shoot toothpicks at them using a rubber band as a bow. No more hallucinogens for her.
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Sept. 18 - I went crazy trying to find a birthday card that would be the perfect fit for
Olivia. I shopped at sixteen stores, five that sold greeting cards, and wouldn't you know it, I
found the right one at the sixteenth store. What really pissed me off is if you did know it, why
didn't you save me time by telling me. As well, why are you reading my diary now?
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Oct. 23 - I am tired of running out of coffee and having to run out for coffee.
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July 15 - On a day like today I pass the time away writing love letters in the sand.
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Jan. 12 - It's true, the weeks that begin a new year following the holidays of the year
before, see the suicide rate increase dramatically. Today, the landlord found four more dead tenants
suspected of suicide. It's a terrible shame but one of them was in an apartment I have had my eye
on for a year, so his death may work out well for me.
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Jan 12 - I am writing poetry while sitting on a garage roof. Though I wish I had brought my
Thesaurus, I feel emotions flowing over me that may fuel some romantic verse. Two hawks glided over
the roof and I could swear they were grinning at me. I could hear the freight trains chugging
steadily in the distance, as if the lonely cars are carrying dead fowl in crates of cheap wood.
A dog barks. Then another dog barks. Then, as the sound of the train becomes louder I see a hundred
Apaches riding over the hill screaming what can only be war chants and I want to get off the roof
and find Janine, who obviously spiked my coffee with hallucinogens.
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Frank
Cotolo can be found hosting the talk and interview programme
Cotolo
Chronicles. You can send him an e-mail at this address:
frank@148.ca.
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