Gerard DiLeo
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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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220 Resignation Letter: a Template for When Needed
Sir: I humbly enter the anteroom of your attention span, hat in hand; but it is no longer a cry for help but a resignation. Thus, this letter will serve to give notice to a man who notices nothing beyond his myopic purview or his protoscopic worldview.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
219 Mushrooms Can Be Dangerous
Kaoru had so much to do. She wanted supper for her future mother-in-law to be perfect. She had decided on matsutake, a species of mushroom (Tricholoma matsutake) known for its spicy taste and aromatic bouquet. She couldn't afford fresh ones, so she would have to resort to dried ones.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Main Character Goes Overboard at the End
The main character of this story was a killer. Actually, a would-be killer. No, no one had died just yet. But just because no one had yet been killed didn't make for less of a killer. This killer had a killer's mind, programmed to kill. Something in the killer's mind had him hard-wired to do that. In abundance. Without remorse.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
217 Otitis Mobile Media
Use to be, you could tell who the crazy ones were. They'd be on the street, talking and gesticulating wildly, to no one. They'd be alone in their madness, conveying vital correspondence to their troubled, twisted minds which understand them right back in kind.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
216 The Loving Road Toward Eternal Reward
It's funny how we all relate to life conceptually. To some, life's cheap; to others, priceless. I suppose it has to do with which type of life one lives. Yet, in the objective universe, there seems a hierarchy. The lowly bug fried on an electrified wire will not haunt anyone like killing a child with a car. A dramatic contrast, certainly.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
