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Tom Flanders
Writer of words, geek by trade, crippling introvert trying to break free
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Tom Flanders 12h
She kept saying I should get a motorcycle. I said no. She didn't understand the consequences. My last birthday she got me a vintage Triumph. I kissed her, hopped on, rode away and never looked back.
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Tom Flanders Jun 14
In the back of the Goodwill it sat. Between the rusty golf clubs and the treadmills. The most beautiful bicycle ever built. A light as a feather 10 speed from the 60's but every nut and bolt shined like new. But no room for another bike in the big yellow truck.
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Tom Flanders Jun 13
We met at midnight at the train station. We walked along the tracks picking up bits of industrial hazarai. I carried her old red milk crate and she tossed in the goodies. It was heaven till the cops came and took our treasure away.
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Tom Flanders Jun 13
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Tom Flanders Jun 12
Carson the silent bodyguard was good at his job. Seven feet tall, 350 pounds, dressed in very expensive loose-fitting suits. His latest assignment turned out to be a ruse to frame him for assault. His revenge came too swiftly to savor. The body was never found.
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Tom Flanders Jun 11
Smiley had an overactive empathy gland. He felt everyone's pain and suffering and did whatever he could to help. Then he met Martha. She felt nothing for nobody, including herself. With her he was free to have his own problems.
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Tom Flanders Jun 10
When I was young I had wings, beautiful and strong. Only I didn't realize I had them till I was old and they had wilted. This is the price of wisdom.
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Tom Flanders Jun 9
The overarching motif in Smiley's life is a lack of cultural literacy.
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Tom Flanders Jun 8
The great Montana sky isn't as blue as usual. Smoke from the Alberta fires have turned it gray. No postcard pictures today.
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Tom Flanders Jun 7
Do we live in the century of doom? Or is it merely a decade of dysfunction?
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Tom Flanders Jun 7
Earlier in my life I was a craven coward. Now I'm just a regular coward.
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Tom Flanders Jun 7
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Tom Flanders Jun 5
Sitting by the swamp at midnight. Foggy phantasms drift by, arguing with the cicadas about nothing. Useless thoughts keep me from thinking she won't show. Finally, a flashlight bobs towards me through the woods. Into the clearing her father appears, not smiling.
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Tom Flanders Jun 5
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Tom Flanders Jun 3
Smiley's life was changed when he saw the yellow Lotus 7 on a trailer being pulled by a pickup truck driving in the opposite direction down the highway. He was 13. His father would not turn the car around. He vowed to own that car one day. Then he discovered sex.
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Tom Flanders Jun 3
Replying to @thetomflanders
That should be "then" not "never"
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Tom Flanders Jun 2
I am failing the crucible. I am not strong enough to survive the forces that threaten to crush me and tear me apart. I reach for help and my hand is chopped off. Even the voices in my head have abandoned me. But, alas, there is still beer.
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Tom Flanders Jun 1
She has an ancient soul, possessing wisdom and knowledge forgotten for ages. The fortune tellers won't touch her. The horrors of her past lives are too painful to witness. She entered this life both deaf and blind as punishment. For what?
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Tom Flanders May 31
Bike riding is my bliss. Yesterday the weather was perfect and the trail was smooth and flat. I emerged from my joyous reverie 15 miles from home. I happily turned around. I could do this all day.
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Tom Flanders May 30
They stood staring at the patch of blue sky. People of all types unified in befuddlement. Not another typical afternoon in San Francisco.
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