Phill Ibsen, M.o.D

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The Master of Descriptions

Melancholia of The Drunk

Rants & Monologues by Phill Ibsen

  • (Wairimu and I)

    It took a while for my family to finally  accept Wairimu. At least, that’s how they always let it roll out,  You know,  give a smile, laugh, speak gently, kind of pretense. It really never occurred to me that we were always missing the point. What did you really expect me to do?  Stand up… Read more

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  • The Rush

    The Rush

      She has always wanted to quench the heat between her legs. To feel the thrust of raw meat in her bowels. It’s been long since the last touch of a man made her knees buckle. He’s always been in another town. Trying to sort out issues here and there. Work. To get bills paid.… Read more

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  • (Parable of the Dog)

    That feeling when you find yourself guiltily lonely. Imagine of a dog who disobeyed his master for just a single moment. The master; drags it out of the house; lays the dog in the compound; takes a whip and lash on to the dog like he never knew it. The dog barks incessantly; it writhes… Read more

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  • (The Burials)

    He burst open the door swiftly with a kick that almost broke the hinges; perturbing the meeting that was taking place inside; held by the funeral committee. He was soaking wet; his dark skin absorbed every single bit of light present in the room. Bare chested; He staggered his way in clutching onto a whiskey’s… Read more

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