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Capes and Cones for the Clothesma...
On a summer’s day, the type where the sun is up from six in the morning until nine o’clock at night, the heat becomes inescapable. The young man decided to take his only son to the park, a perfect walking distance of on...
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Watch heads turn to look at YOUR bodyYOUR BODYWatch heads turn, snap, break in halfWatch as they bow beforeYOUR BODYWe can make it v-neck worthyWe can make you capable:In the house, in the garage, in the bedroomYOU can be capable of fucking anything,...
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To celebrate our savagery and contempt, as well as my imminent departure, we go to the red light district of Brussels for a Sunday night drive. Unfortunately, Juana rear-ends some Moroccans as we get into a heated debate abou...
New Year's Two Thousand Something
Do you want to read a story? It’s just a little something I wrote a little while back. Just wanted some input, some thoughts on the quality. Just read and we’ll see where we go. Perh...
Super-specifiable-general Relativ...
Through the ecumenical extra-uterine paradise of Bernini's Cornaro shoots an engraved reproduction of the Perpignan railway. Like flies on a quantum of action, with the speed and dexterity of incredible hypocrisy, its caption reads: Genius always mov...
Revelations by Gastric Release
Perhaps nothing seems to make you feel more vulnerable, or perhaps more revealing, than pooping next to a friend. The toilet was a hallway, consisting of four stalls to the left, two to the right. Signs on the walls indicate direct...
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Chords In one day, my life went from a note to a chord. The flat pitch of previous years became sharp. The blurry, muddy tone gained much needed clarity. I am of course talking about the day I picked up a guitar, and started teaching myself chords. ...
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They sounded like _________ But they didn't want to be time travelers, They only knew stuff that already happened. ...
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It occurred to me today...
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dead on wheelsthat spin like cranks and run like gerbilsback and shoulder bubblessporatically flitbetween my spindly muscles my tired mind won’t carewhen the monkeys makeorigami of my flesh because it’s all ...
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In the American west there are highways so long and straight that over desert flats the asphalt ribbon diminishes to the vanishing point in the rearview mirror and unspools interminably ahead. The driving is so easy that music is essential to imb...
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I began to have memories that didn't happen to meand when I figured out I was seeing into the future(a revelation embarassingly long in coming)being a child of the internet generation,I wrote about what I foresaw,and I posted it on Craiglist.I exp...
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Never ending knife fights in the nights streets treating people the same means their getting stabbed till they bleed ambulances rush but cant save our foes we dive over the bridges to clean our clothes the holes in their body breathe as ...
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dissection of our chosen election, resurrection of the past thoughts, passed by-me-nots, holding tight to the fear you had to fight to get to the dreams you won't and can't fulfill. looking back, stepping back, back to where it began beginning with t...
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