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Goldberg: A Narrow Escape

Friday, November 14, 2008

From the beginning… She is going to have to plan her escape. It’s either make a decisive move or be forever glued to this couch with Goldberg reciting the rules of her defrauding business, panda slippers bobbing. She considers her options. Pummel Goldberg with a heavy object, distract her with a task, or simply run. [...]

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Goldberg: Self-Help Junkies

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Goldberg: Fraud Artist “Listen, Laser,” Goldberg says firmly. “If you’re going to keep fainting, we’re not going to get anywhere.” Laser can’t help but agree. She nods and forces herself into a seated position. Shitballs! Why is she trying to accommodate her captor? She has always been ‘way too nice. More for her therapist. How [...]

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Goldberg: Fraud Artist

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Goldberg: She Speaks This time she sits up with a jolt. “Goldberg,” she calls into the hot apartment air. “Yes?” Goldberg pokes her head out of the kitchen, revealing a coral nightie and big panda slippers. She appears to have slipped into something more comfortable while Laser was busy fainting. Her legs are hairy, but [...]

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Goldberg: She Speaks

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Goldberg: Shitballs When she comes to, she finds herself face to kneecaps with the creature. The she-male looks concerned and is hovering at an uncomfortably close distance. Beside her wheelchair is a bucket of washcloths. Laser notices the multiple damp wash cloths littered over her own body. So many wash cloths. It’s weird, but she [...]

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Goldberg: Shitballs

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Goldberg: Fix me, Jesus Goldberg: Perseverance Alone “Shitballs,” she exclaims. He isn’t black or dangerous looking. Nor is he wearing the ribbed tank top she had imagined. And there is no sign of a gun. In fact, he is more of a she. Or it is hard to tell. But the clothing suggests female. Her [...]

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Goldberg: Perseverance Alone

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Goldberg: Fix me, Jesus She forces herself out the door. It’s one hundred and ten degrees and the streets are empty. Even desert people know when to stay inside. But she is not exactly a desert person…yet. Though the idea of a day spent in the dark watching Mulholland Drive and eating Egg-McMuffins sounds really [...]

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