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What’s In A Name?

My current last name is actually my mother’s maiden name, but I was born with the surname of her first husband, who is not my biological father. (Y’all wonder why I was so fucked up before coming to God…) I guess my birth certificate was reissued some years later. My soulmate is somewhat of a bratty dom, so while I’m trying desperately to rescue her from the clutches of evil, I also recognize that she will need to feel some semblance of conquest here. I’ve agreed to take her last name, as the Bible doesn’t explicitly forbid it. I feel… read more

1 Year, 364 Days Officially Crazy

Back on March 14, 2023, I was hearing ThE VoIcEs of: my ex-boss who meant me harm (Natalie Rizea nee Bogan) my mother who probably molested me as a child (Diane Faber) and an unknown male (Jonathan Amzallag?) I felt my life was in imminent danger, so I jumped out a 2nd story window and fled into the neighbor’s house. Police were called, and I rode in an ambulance for the first time ever. They declined to admit me to the psych ward, because I recited the day’s events clearly and concisely. The next day, things turned out… read more

The Cursed Chase Branch

I pass by this place sometimes, usually in the daytime. There’s a little terrace along the sidewalk where I like to rest my weary bones in warmer weather. The structure looks a tad neglected from the outside; you can’t really see inside when the sun is out. I figured the building had an interesting story. The design is strikingly modern/brutalist, and it has a sister property still operating as a Chase Bank, at 184-01 Hillside Avenue in Jamaica🇯🇲Kweens. Turns out, these are both “near-replicas” of the architecturally-celebrated Gordon & Nina Wayler Bunshaft House, which previously stood at 84 Georgica Close Road,… read more

When You Get Caught Between the Moon and Nassau County

Usually, at this hour, I’d be headed back to Jamaica🇯🇲Kweens, but that moon is so darn alluring. I feel like it’s important for us be near one another, particularly for tonight’s lunar eclipse. I stood watching it rise high above the Body Shop of the Damned, as I suppressed the urge to howl: …I don’t think I’m really a werewolf, but when you’re kept apart from your wife for 20 years, it doesn’t take much to trigger that sort of response. I’m gonna destroy this tuna platter at the Carle Place Diner, then go see “Mickey 17” at the mall… read more

This is Number Twodaisy

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Dong Island

Let me preface this by saying: I see plenty of graffiti in my travels. However, this particular phallus caught my attention in a way others have not. While passing by Dollar Tree, my eyes were drawn to the way it was incorporated into the original Brent Mako insignia. The cleave of the testicles practically mirrors the ‘B’ in the actual company logo. I had to examine it closer, before realizing it was indeed the work of some hooligan and not intentional. I also find an understated elegance to the varying weight of the brush strokes that form the shaft and… read more

This is how it all started…

Twenty years ago, in 2002, I fell in love and never fell out. We reconciled in 2004. I broke off contact in 2005, because I was too selfish, afraid, and stupid to maintain a long-distance relationship. We ping’ed in 2019, with a full-blown reconnect in 2023. I was in the midst of a psychiatric/spiritual/existential crisis. She helped me. Seemingly scorned and misreading my mind over the astral plane, she then tried to hurt me for my follies & transgressions in the past, but God intervened. I love you, My Darling Eternal.

Grant Faber

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