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D.X. (Flag Day Challenge)

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Today is my birthday. Well, my assembly date, anyway.

Professor Einstein's Living Proof (an excerpt)

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Light “I can escape the feeling of complicity in it only by speaking out.” The professor arrives on time, sockless. The former a sign of his polite upbringing. The latter, his lack of pretense and high …

Tale from a Möbius Strip

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Francesca is a sweet girl and everything, but her incessant doting on Paolo is best left private . . .

Caucasus

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On shingle of seashells & Bullet shells, Ghosts drift along the shore Of the Black Sea.

Göttwigg’s Fandango

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It is not unusual to see Göttwigg with his shirt on inside out.

The next hour

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I allow myself one hour every two weeks. Devoting 335 of my 336 hours to her and the kids is beyond dutiful.

The Impending Fall Of Space Junk

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The world is always changing, even if it's in several eras at once.

Manifesto

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I write poems.

Nostradamus

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the start of what you predicted

Muse

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This liberated you/ to grind me hard/ on the dance floor

No Hay Bandaid

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Pain is the saddle which rides me Pain is the cowboy's gun More morphing, please!

Arcana Magi Pure Vol.5 - c.1

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Mayumi and Emi were in the spring’s together, center of the pool at shoulder depth. Emi stood in the center, letting its warm and clean air clear out her thoughts.

Camp Lake (excerpt)

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In retrospect, we should have been a cult.

Reading Ancient History in the Evening

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In my dreams I am cremated in the burning Library of Alexandria.

The River of the Parched Spirit

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anxiety said Kierkegaard is the dizziness of freedom

The City of Lights

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Paris is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.

Happy Birthday Mr. Watterson, Wherever You Are!

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Bill Watterson isn't just the creator of the world's best comic strip. According to the book “Looking for Calvin and Hobbes,” a biography of the elusive and reclusive cartoonist, Watterson is also a world-class introvert. Watterson refuses to make…

Glue

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There is no cement stronger than the one holding a miserable couple together.

Some Assembly but No Singularity Required

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The phone rings. The oven beeps./ The locomotive whistles and howls.

Ah, You’re Funny. Good Thing

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I was talking to this famous female artist at the reception, (as if I knew anything,) “If you want to be taken as a serious artist now, you have to have one long serious eyebrow.” There was no reaction. So, I said: “Also, you should kn

Baby Teak

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Baby Teak can access Wikipedia by rubbing two xylophone mallets together.

some poetry will shut you up

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o christ/ here you are again/ you sickness appearing in my brain/ pouring smog from my jaw/ my body hot and cold as though sleepless/ while i could sleep/ centuries/ undisturbed/ and awaken, tireder still./

The Bedbugs

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Cockroaches in bed was the last straw. Alicia was sure she’d swallowed one in the middle of the night . . .

A Hall of Mirrors

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My face in your face The light in your eyes Dancing and twirling Growing, alive A hall of mirrors reflecting me Shards of glass Silver and black Injure and cut Years of bad luck A hall of mirrors protecting me Wrinkles and bags Time's been unkind Disease and…

Something Going Down, Like a Branch Snapped by Wind

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This is 57% of middle America, I'm convinced: doomed.

Thing To Do In Deptford When You're Dead.

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Velvet answered the door in a red leather dress that was made with just about enough material to make a wallet, and looking like a long limbed drink of water calling out to a thirsty man.

On the Empire Builder

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Naked American Apparel models romp with elk and antelope, and the Ghost of Richard Nixon directs traffic with the grace of a Wounded Hyena.

President Taft Presses A Telegraph Key

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He sits, a large man with a walrus mustache, pondering a gold telegraph key.

Cleaning Man

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The Zone is a garden of skyscrapers. Every building is a model.

Carly Simon's Ex

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You're so insecure; you probably think this story is about you.Well, you would be right.