Archive for January, 2009

Random acts of stationery #42

Ed is dead #2

From: Edwin Scara­manga Date: Sun, Jan 25, 2009 at 2:57 AM Sub­ject: Auto-response from Ed Scara­manga Re: hey, you there? To: cathy.ev1980@gmail.com Hi, Thanks for your email. Apo­lo­gies for the auto­mated response, but I’m cur­rently only check­ing this inbox infre­quently. If your query is con­cern­ing inde­pend­ent mar­ket research advice, please be aware that I am […]

Ed is dead

This is Edwin Scara­manga. To those who know him, those who love him and even those who des­pise him, he is known simply, affec­tion­ately, bluntly, occa­sion­ally with some exas­per­a­tion, as Ed. Ed is 33 years old, and lives in an unre­mark­able side street in Isling­ton, north Lon­don. He works in mar­ket research. He hates hav­ing his […]

Tamper-proof

My floor is medi­cinal. My car­pet is chem­ical. My ceil­ing is poison. My win­dows myopic. And my walls, my walls are a punc­tured, pock­marked epi­dermis, stretched tight over the crooked frame beneath. Tonight, I pierce them with a screw­driver and watch them bleed down to their skirts; tomor­row, I will mois­tur­ise them until they smooth […]

Random acts of stationery #41

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The drone of productivity

Wel­come to 2009. Emer­gency exits are loc­ated here, here and there. For­get women and chil­dren first; it’s every soul for them­selves now. Dog eat dog, cat eat cat, stock­broker eat stock­broker, city trader stab city trader and roast the car­cass on an open spit. So this is the bright light of the future that I was […]