The milky way: two excerpts.

The milky way: two excerpts. The excerpts are derived from a long work-in-progress about amurder in my neighbourhood (Parkdale, Toronto Parkdale is a neighbourhood in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.The Village of Parkdale was annexed by the City of Toronto in 1889. It was once an elite residential suburb, home to large Victorian mansions and views of Lake Ontario. ), referred to as "TheTorso Murder," where a woman's body parts were found, twoyears ago, all over the city: her torso was in an alley near me calledthe Milky Way Milky Way,the galaxy of which the sun and solar system are a part, seen as a broad band of light arching across the night sky from horizon to horizon; if not blocked by the horizon, it would be seen as a circle around the entire sky. . Her boyfriend was eventually arrested and awaits trial.The man who found the bagged body thought he had found "a deadpig." One She tried to make it all romantic, with Dollarama valentines, herhabit of leaving notes in my pockets, squeezing ketchup hearts onburgers, saying how I smelled. Like hickory Hickory, city, United StatesHickory,city (1990 pop. 28,301), Burke and Catawba counties, W N.C., at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mts.; inc. 1870. It is a processing and trade center for an abundant agricultural region (grain, soybeans, poultry, hogs, smoke or musk or little marshmallows. She smelled likeair freshener air freshenern → ambientador mair freshenerair n → d��sodorisant mair freshenerair n → ; sometimes, like something snatched from a pile. Once, a peony peony(pē`ənē), any plant of the genus Paeonia of the family Ranunculaceae (buttercup family, although placed in the order Dilleniales as a separate family, the Paeoniaceae, by many modern botanists), mostly Eurasian species . Just waking she shook her head and her hair fell like a flower, andbreathed like one. That we might stay inside together until it rained and it snowed.Until the floors opened over the weight of trees; that she might make mesomething warm in a red glass that went down like honey and arrows, thattasted bitter and wrong. Something damp and heavy, or petals or scales. Two While moving through the system, I was asked about what brought mehere, or there. The worst stories yield the best results, if their truth or powerimplodes in the telling. No one ever wonders if feeling joy is alsorelevant. What it is to be dirty and weak, tranced into a memory of sheerbliss that breaks you worse than any beating. A mouthful of silver hair, riding the bench of a car stalled by anendless black river. A pretty mouth singing assent An intentional approval of known facts that are offered by another for acceptance; agreement; consent.Express assent is manifest confirmation of a position for approval. ; walking straight andwith purpose; having someone answer when you call. Spare change, I would call, towards the end. It came, on occasion, as letters in a sentence about how far I hadmoved away. I never speak of my youth, because I have looked too long there asa way of beginning a story that makes no sense. The idea of being clean, or hopeful disgusts me as lime on acorpse. I wish I had been hatched on a piece of meat; that is, moresensibly. I am lying in my bedroom, listening to music as my mother makesdinner; voluptuously depressed. I have no idea what will happen, how thedisorder I cultivate will advance and change me. I would have been listening to something about how I felt, sick anddirty, more dead than alive, oblivious to the idea that if you invitedespair, it may never leave. Then there is love that I assumed would go on forever. I thought she may be the last, but only because I was tired of itsfamiliarity and phrasing. How it always started wild then turned intothe metal or fabric of a cage. I love you so much, she would say, hanging onto me like a linestaked to a cliff. You too, I always said, wondering at what we risk in case ofloneliness. At how lonely we are, anyways an��y��ways?adv. NonstandardIn any case.Adv. 1. anyways - used to indicate that a statement explains or supports a previous statement; "Anyhow, he is dead now"; "I think they're asleep; anyhow, they're quiet"; "I , turning into an X as the nightdescends, forcing us into dreams of who we are, however loved, andunknown. Lynn Crosbie is a Toronto writer and liberal studies professor atthe Ontario College of Art and Design. She writes a weekly column onpopular culture for The Globe and Mail. She is currently reading theshort stories of Amy Hempel Amy Hempel (born December 14, 1951) is an American short story writer, journalist, and university professor at Sarah Lawrence College. Hempel, who was born in Chicago, Illinois, is a former student of Gordon Lish, in whose workshop she wrote several of her first stories. , Slavoj Zizek's A Parallax parallax(pâr`əlăks), any alteration in the relative apparent positions of objects produced by a shift in the position of the observer. In astronomy the term is used for several techniques for determining distance. View,Corinne May Botz's The Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death,Natsuo Kirino's Grotesque and True Confessions True Confessions was a magazine published by Fawcett Publications, beginning in 1922. With a cover price of 25 cents, the front cover of the October, 1922, issue heralded, "Our Thousand Dollar Prize Winner—'All Hell Broke Loose'. magazine.