Tag Archives: Andre de Lorde

Elliot’s Hatred

Elliot boiled with hatred. He took walks all around Canoga Park feeling angry and hateful towards the world. ā€œI continued going on my usual long walks every day, feeling angry and hateful towards the world.ā€ His parents separated and divorced. … Continue reading

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Grand Guignol

The satellite truck fitted with 27 monitors drives the streets of these cities capturing moments of rigmarole. Reporters stand in front of cameras and wait for a countdown from the button pushers inside some production booth clockwatching like thieves hoping … Continue reading

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