Author Archives: Max T Kramer

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About Max T Kramer

Max has been better than you at writing since the third grade. He currently lives in Connecticut, but will someday return to the desert.

Creepers.

There is a small and wonderfully mediocre pub down the road from my house whose only defining characteristics are the devoted apathy of the staff, and the fact that it is generally busiest between 2pm and 4pm. Since it is the only bar … Continue reading

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Sweatpants Farts and other Thanksgiving Traditions

The monday after Thanksgiving is always hard. Holiday weekends last just long enough for you to remember that you once had hopes and dreams, but not nearly long enough to heal the empty abyss created when you sold your soul for  dental … Continue reading

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A poem.

The Stygian Glare A message of endings, written in retinal scar ink The painlove is Crystallized obscurity, obtuse acuity. Digging its hole through time, it burns The Antioch flame Darkness rises in her cage of souls In the distance, a … Continue reading

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Camping in the Cold

This time, the fault is not mine. I wanted to write. I had things to say. I tried, I really tried, but we have no power. Depending upon what part of the country/world/omniverse you reside in, you’re probably experiencing the … Continue reading

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Halloween is the best holiday EVER…and I hate it.

As far as holidays go, Halloween is near perfect. Twelve out of a dozen scientists agree, and they have Venn Diagrammical proof. Allow me to  briefly summarize their findings. 1: Halloween, like Thanksgiving, celebrates gluttony. Unlike Thanksgiving however, you can spend … Continue reading

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