Daniel Cummings - work hiatus

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Dad. Husband. Love Vonnegut, Ellison and Park Chan-wook.

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The creature washed ashore. It had cute tentacles, tiny rows of teeth and baby #hurricane clouds hovering over head. The natives brought it to the local fundi, who gave it a bone rattle. He agreed to raise it as his own, but they did not ask what price they would have to pay.

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While sad flurries of sand kept vigil at dusk, the warm vibrato of my bassoon #lured the fennec out of hiding. I tossed it a few morsels. This outpost was virtually an island of stone surrounded by a vast sea of dust, and my lone friend had gobbled up the last of my supplies.

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A Hedge Catechism Who goes out after dark? A girl with a lantern. Who follows her home? A fox with her mother’s voice. What does the fox ask? “May I come inside?” What does the girl answer? “Mother has a key.” Who turns it in the lock? Something with a tail.

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The hydrogen thieves sucked the life out of our sun, leaving only a disco ball in its place. The mock sun, from the neighboring system visits from time to time. It leers at us, shivering under a #mountain of heated blankets, and refuses to share any of its own warmth.

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She hopped from one fluffy #cloud to the next til she reached the veranda, where father slept under a blanket of sky, dreams bubbling out of his ears. A jester recited poetry, while juggling rabbits and the dying sun, weeping pearls, was chased by ill bred children.

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