Gerard DiLeo
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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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Jan 9: First Stupid Day of the Stupid Civil War
January 9, 1861, the Civil War officially began when Confederates attacked the Star of the West, a steamer entering Charleston Harbor. It was struck three times but was able to retreat back to New York. Cadets at the South Carolina Military Academy (now, The Citadel) were the ones who fired these first shots of the American Civil War.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Anti-Elvis
And verily I say unto you, from Priscilla 4:16-20, it is written, For there will be another Pelvis to come, another caped jumpsuit with a wireless microphone to drop, and he will be prophesized thus: to come into the world when The Great Elvis no longer matters, and brothers hurt their brothers, and sisters date their sisters. And this Anti-Elvis will rise and croon, until the city called Vegas beckons him to its Sphere. And the Lord will smite his followers, including hound dogs and those who see their blues as moody. And great seductive gyrations will descend upon the people, and they will gnash their teeth and rattle their jewelry. And curse Nicholas Cage and spit on the husbandry of Michael Jackson. And the great Metronome will rest on the 7th note and see that it is good.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
People of Color
January 4: World Braille Day DISCLAIMER: I was born without the wherewithal to write this. Born three months premature, I required oxygen support for four months thereafter. My retinas detached, as they are prone to do when greedy and adventurous retinal blood vessels are gifted extra oxygen.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Rub: To sleep — Perchance to Dream
January 3 is a day to commemorate the Festival of Sleep Time for bed: bed time. One ticket for the Mattress Ball. Thad's satiety has been achieved, his hunger sated, and his day's goings-on were now gone-on and, it seemed, stood complete. As the human animal, Thad lay in state, at peace, hypnogoguic in pleasant reverie, and would fall into the somnolence arising within him.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
