Literary
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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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When you don't have anything good to sayit's best to keep your mouth shut for another daybut when that day comes and you still don't wanna saywhat's bottled up inside, what's eatin' your conscience awayit's best to just keep what you're keepin' insid...
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little bit here, little bit there, searching for where you left yourself and why you care hiding in the corner shadows dimming so slightly, growing ancient and aged day and nightly out of use and out of practice too, out of reasons to resurrect the l...
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Rebellion is a force that can reconstruct culture and society by actively disobeying established conventions and instituting new customs which oppose tradition and promote hegemony. Jonathan Kaplan’s film Over the Edge functi...
Camus, Kaplan and Parks: A Look A...
Sam Black 6/27/10 Word Count: 1451 Camus, Kaplan and Parks: A Look At Rebellion The difference between an individual and collective rebellion stems from the awareness attained through rebellion. According to the French philosopher Albert ...
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I dont know if anyone has tryed this but i just did..........mabye i invented a new art medium...if not go ahead and talk......................basicalliy white charcoal or conte mixed with ink and brush..........get max amount of charcoal (stix not p...
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I hate you. In a beautiful way, I hate you. And that's the best welcome I could muster. Love is such an angry word, I use it sparingly. It is the root of all destruction, Thrown about so casually. What is love? We no longer know. It has becom...
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Two elders of the thriving City of Emory, convene at the Live Oak. Sounds of the nearby babbling river add a subtle backdrop to their disputes of urban planning. Slowly a vision for the new metropolis takes shape. Plans for the layout, and for defens...
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Before I begin, allow me tell a story. You’ve never heard anything like it, because it’s mine: My first photo shoot was in-uterus. I walked out of the womb wearing thick-rimmed glasses, strumming a guitar, my middle name...
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I am a demon. Lost somewhere between your cerebrum and cerebellum. Within the splitting of a second, I am alone. Within the splitting of two, she is alone. She measured a cup of confessions, I dribbled them across the countertop. I fol...
Turning Around in Sleep Ridden Wa...
So im going to write this in the manner as if this time it meant anythingI stood so close to the rooftops edge that I did not feel as if I were going to fall, but floatOver the hill to my house we go in our evening gowns and fancy tuxedos like that o...
(elderly lost bones and organs)
elderly lost bones and organs slipping out of natural openings in the body slipping out of new openings in the body the body became too loose, left a trail of tiny pieces through the parking lot ancient stains on concrete stairs to the ...
I fled the convenience store when...
I fled the convenience store when I looked in the mirror I noticed my own lackluster appearance sleeves too long and collar flipped up, the ceiling was falling apart from every upstairs footstep I looked for my cassette tapes in a trash pile in t...
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I swallow the tears awayacid salivapain down to the stomachslow burn.absorbed into my bloodstreamtoxic death just waiting to consumetransfusion pointlesswaste not want not.I become the monster.the fire in my stomach welling up to my mouthfire breathi...
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have a cup of coffee with me.one, drop, two, drop, sugar cubes sink.dissolve with the swirling of the silver spoonand spoon still stirs after you let go.warm white ceramic cup filled with sweet hot comfortwrap your hands around it and lean in to brea...
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Maybe tonight the hidden clouds will be my pillowthe stars burn for meand fear no dark.maybe tonight the earth will rock me back and forthgently to sleepaxis on a rocking chair.I pull the sunset sheets over my bodyand wrap myself up in the reds, purp...
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I traveled down one paved road. That black asphalt was resilient and took it's due beating. I turned right onto a dirt road, car fumbling with itself to smooth the transition from pressed rock to loose rock. The dust stirred behind me, swi...
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sunday morning.half past eleven.the preacher is going strong.pews creaking as people shift body weight with each harsh but loving truth spoken.every now and then you hear an "amen" from across the sanctuaryas the sermon goes on, more "amens" erupt,so...
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I will brave the cold bitter winds for you.just slip a piece of ice on your tonguelet it melt for a momentpucker up and blow.I will brave the cold bitter winds for you....
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"I do not think, therefore I am," declares the rigid simpletonwe question notwe believe it to be so, all the same.go with the flowwaist deep in the currentarms in front of you under waterhands flat, fingers touching, palms together as a prayerwater f...
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I feel myself aging every momentdecaying in this moment and from itI feel no second wind forming warning me to live or be lived aroundtossed aside, dust collecting on my shoulderholding no hope for antiquity but assured of recyclingcycles of life, li...
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