Story Snippets from Garry’s world.
I’ve got a slug living in my brain. I’m a bit of a one trick pony in how I tell you about me and my life – in these short songlike stories – story after story they all sound the same – same structure, same rhythm – with similar beat, chorus and anthem refrain and […]
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The time I put popping candy up my bum… A story snippet about Garry. I have always wondered who invented popping candy, like how it all happened. Not the patent, the moment. (Has it been patented?) It must be a very interesting story. Another interesting story would be the time that I put a packet
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Why I like blue. The sea is blue, the sky is blue, and so are some shapes on my stomach and my arms and legs. New New Dad says that they are mobile marks — motivation — he says they are petrol — something to keep me going. The tips of fingers can make circles, sometimes almost perfect. But nothing really
I used to be scared that I would get stigmata because God doesn’t let you decide things like that, so I tried to make myself want stigmata, on both hands and both feet, so that way I’d definitely not get them and then after thinking about it a bit more I was scared that God
Tying teaspoons to my toes You don’t need to live in the desert to punish yourself. You don’t need to wear spiky underpants… But punishing yourself can make the pain in your heart okay to live with. After I killed my Granny by accident, I could not watch Tennis on TV with my mom anymore.
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First Draft… in edit. Garry age 8: I killed my Granny – but by mistake. She shat her intestines out and all over the place, and that was probably the worst day of my life, and although when I think about it, the days immediately after that were not much better. I snuck up on
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Putting eggs back together My Mom was a good mom; she held back the gates of hell for me, but in doing so, she unconsciously showed me where they were geographically; I can always find them without really even trying. She also gave me my love of reading and she gave me persistence and patience
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Potatoes on Police cars. Remember how I told you once about the Next-Door-Neighbour who gave his wife all those knuckle sandwiches and how he kicked his dog until it died? Well, I wrote a letter about it and gave it to my teacher. I didn’t tell her about the ice cream twirl on the Landy,
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Change Gears Garryand his scrapbook of snollies. Garry did not just LIKE to pick his nose,he LOVED ithe NEEDED it. He took it seriouslyand he did it welland he did it daily. All his life, Garry was teased and mocked,bullied, bashed and beatenjust because he loved something differentto what everyone else loved. Society does not
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I first found him on a wall covered in stickers in a roadside cafe called “Ronnie’s Sex Shop” in the middle of nowhere in the Cape’s Karoo. I had to look through all the stickers, and that took a while, but when I saw his sticker, I knew this was the man, this was the
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If you can swallow four Myprodol capsules without even a sip of water, then swallowing a single 9mm will cause you no discomfort. I can swallow four and even more at one go with no problem. I think my salivation glands have superpowers and are easily overexcited, and so now, each Friday afternoon, I swallow
Poes Klap Piet Everyone called him Poes Klap Piet, and he was the kind of guy that Charles Darwin would have been really interested in. He had these big hands, like seriously really big hands, freak-show collectable hands. His fingers were as thick as shotgun shells stacked three high. Each segment of each digit was
“The pigeons don’t wear jerseys in the cold because they don’t know how to knit, but flying under the radar in the cold will keep you alive.” This was something his grandfather told him – often, repetitively and over and over and again and again and his grandfather was an interesting person, so he must
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