momentary hazemomentary haze (book)

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In 1970, I reached the age of sixteen. The Sweet & Sour Sixties evolved into the Sedate Seventies, a decade of re-fried scenes, of enlightenment gone soft; a decaying corpse, rotting flesh and feasting maggot. It was a time when the vile ghost of regret haunted the Glory Days of my youth. The delicate threads that held my life together, now unfurl in a ceremony of deceit. Defeat. My existence will dissolve into the subatomic universe before another full moon. This morning, in bed, my cotton sheets cling to my thighs, wet with sweat. A common spider treads across my shoulder, its prickly legs tickle me. I enjoy the feeling, afraid to move for fear it would flee. I am comforted by the insect. Feel free to contact me; www.momentaryhaze.com