Rasmenian Detritus

Official Website of Author Rasmenia Massoud

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“What’s wrong with death sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can’t we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity, and decency, and God forbid, maybe even humor. Death is not the enemy gentlemen. If we’re going to fight a disease, let’s fight one of the most terrible diseases of all, indifference.” -Patch Adams * * * I used to have a really cool pair […]

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Somewhere in 1986, there’s a younger version of me. A version of me with skinny legs, knobby knees and no realistic sense of the future or adulthood. That version of me sits in her room, reading books and staring at the posters on the walls, of which there are many, daydreaming and imagining the future she wants. Like a lot 13 year-olds, she has mad crushes on golden movie star […]


  “Being a fiction writer is a good way to go crazy, it’s a good way to be a nervous wreck, it’s a good way to become a drunk. You continually pick at yourself, the little sores that you have. They scab over and you pick them open again. Other people not only let them scab over, they let them scar over. They leave it alone. Writers don’t do that. […]

Categories: They Went That-A-Way

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“Do I fear death? No, I am not afraid of being dead because there’s nothing to be afraid of, I won’t know it. I fear dying, of dying I feel a sense of waste about it and I fear a sordid death, where I am incapacitated or imbecilic at the end which isn’t something to be afraid of, it’s something to be terrified of.” “The only position that leaves me […]

Categories: They Went That-A-Way


“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” -John Lennon * * * “This is going to be the best year EVER,” Olivier said, holding up his pinky finger. “Hell yes,” I said. “This is going to be OUR year.”  I wrapped my little finger around his and we sealed our pact.  We had just returned from our turbulent holiday adventure in the U.S. and were only […]