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LXVII. Manic Monday
The Little Martian watches as a wayward tear makes its salty descent into his treacle-sweet mocha on a drowsy Monday morning. “It’s like...
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LXVI. Flailing Flamingos!
The Little Martian slams my door open on a Sunday morning, pokes his head obnoxiously through the door frame, and blares ‘Stupid Cupid’...
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LXV. Martin and the Martian
“There are two methods that humans use to survive, One is calcification and sequestering and separating: my stuff, my tribe, my this, my...
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LXIV. TLM and the Palmist (Pt.1)
The Little Martian stumbles out of the Bombay Local and tumbles straight into the lap of destiny. "The first class compartment is rather...
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LXIII. Chipper Lil Dipper
The Little Martian tosses tidbits of wit around like a confetti sprinkler. A dollop of smartass on a healthy steaming heap of offensive...
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LXII. Songs O' September
“There is a quiet pink that softens in the sky And as September sings I feel open and free I no longer have to try. Crispy autumn air ...
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LXXI. Yolks and Cokes and Stupid, Stupid Hearts!
The Little Martian spills coffee down his favourite pair of baggy Irish jeans, soaks his tattered Birkenstocks with a too-sweet...
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LXX. Cheeto
“If you shit where you eat, you eat shit.” Mutters the Little Martian with a rumbly glower. “Haan?” “This shit never works out! Love-...
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LXIX. Corporate Frost
The Little Martian feels a little disillusioned. A little disconnected. And a little cold in his little Bermuda shorts.Goose pimples rise...
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LXVIII. Don Draper
The Little Martian knocks back an espresso, takes a deep drag from his candy fag, and waggles his hands around. “You're a public hazard,...
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LXVII. Glutzon Sparkles
The Little Martian gives out a little hrphmp of frustration and scratches his head as he eyes his cracked Samsung. “You should really buy...
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LXVI. Paths in Prague
Praha, 2008 The Little Martian stumbles out onto a rainy cobblestoned path in Prague at midnight. The wind whistles and whooshes, zipping...
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LXV. Murky Misted Hilltops
The Little Martian tears out tiny tufts of hair from his red hot scalp. “I don't know what the duck I am supposed to next!” He exclaims,...
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LXIV. Breakfast Is The Most Important Meal Of The Day
The Little Martian screeches like a baby banshee, his voice reverberates through the valley and all the tittering bulbuls in the bushes,...
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LXIII. Fetch
“But we cannot sit and stare at our wounds forever “ A dog on the internet tells me . An orange ball blazes vibrant! Voracious and ready...
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LXII. Monday Purples and Yellows!
You make your last Monday Coffee and listen to Ed Sheeran croon, soft , melodic and emo. You are melodramatically posed in purple. “Why...
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LXI. Home ?
The little Martian sobs fitfully now. Unabashed and all consuming. “Can I please go home? Please. Please can I go home now?" he sobs...
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LX. Horizon
The little Martian sits now, a little lost. We both need another cup of burnt coffee just to feel real in this dead, odd place. It...
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LIX. Puffy Huff
The little martian looks over at you . He waggles his toes, jiggles the jangling beads on his wrist and lets out a puffy huff “Could that...
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LVIII. Harry Styles
Ive been trying to do it right Been living a lonely life The Little Martian croons; soft, melodic and melodramatic to himself, while his...
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