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“Apollo twenty-two. Come in.”, the voice crackled through the speakers of the aircraft. There was only silence broken by a solitary meow and the slight whistle of oxygenated air through the ventilation system. “Captain Snuggles, now that you…
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And he was wearing a mask. Gorilla mask over his gorilla face.
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I can’t deny you’re beautiful, though it’s unsure how many of your defects are fudged by my myopia.
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I don't need to be toldhow natural you are, not here.I'm reminded every singletime I open my eyes.What I want to know iswhere have you gone? Whyhas it taken you so verylong to return? But Iknow the answer. You aresomewhere fighting for your dearlife. It's what we all do--in…
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I was watching the bustling crowd below, sipping on a teacup full of Victory Gin when the scream, no a howl, cut through the murmuring of footsteps and telescreens.
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“Okay,” I say, “but my point is the only way you’d ever know if someone really loved you is if they put their life on the line when it counts. Otherwise you gotta take their word for it.”
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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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I didn't feel when you cut out my spine I'd been throwing up all night couldn't even smell the rust …
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Her feet are raised upon an embroidered green pillow and she sits naked in a blue velvet chair. Red earrings dangling from her ears, while a red monkey sits at her feet with one leg extended.
She is exotic. A powder blue on her lips and at her navel,
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Boil (n.)––1. Pus-filled pustule inflammation of the skin, usually painful. 2. Slang boiled pus, bucket of (n. phrase)“Your asshole brain is a bucket of boiled pus.” (see also pus, SCOTTISH derogatory term for face.
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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.
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I learned how to fall in love, in one hour, watching The Waltons. John Boy fell in love with Jenny. Jenny fell in love with John Boy. It taught me the right way to fall in love. It taught me the right way to let love go. I was 12 years old. It was a lesson I…
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The brain taints everything it brings to us/
with its limited apparatus, its precepts,//
all the things it thinks it knows.
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This was the anniversary of the chairs. He would celebrate tonight for the chairs, and the chairs would welcome him.
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She had just done it in the backseat with the man she decided would be her father. Or maybe it was the cast of his eyes under the dim bar lights. Maybe she insisted that this had to be done, to relive the night under the stars, under a dented roof of a station…
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The parrots woke Eddie up. That and Rocker snoring in the twin bed. A thousand parrots flying over the motel? They squawked, God how they…
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your light is gonna
last me
through the week
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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You shine brightest under a starlit skyThe moon reflects your beautyAs the wind sings your name sweetlyIt was under the heavens that we promised togetherThat I'll hold your hand and you'll be mine forever... You glow brightest when the sun is at its highestYour radiant…
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They could occupy the space//
left by creatures larger and more/
evolved.
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If there was another way to describe emptiness, I'd word the endlessness of the sky, of the ocean at low tide.
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Breathe a stench of Eton musk...
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the stars might be the audience or they might not be
if the beat sits right next to me and hugs me nasty
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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—Jesus, that bastard has everyone in his pocket.
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Who owns the moon? What title search/
could ever make a claim?
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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[VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.]
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Every town has one. Or one at the very least...
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Slipping into the Sydney Harbour Tunnel like a nocturnal creature fleeing the light, tears stream down my cheeks, spilling from my lips, the pain too great to care about self-preservation. Drunk still, hands clenched, I strain to focus on the world fading into a blur of…
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