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the honesty of bodies & the lies hidden under skin.
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Ok, ok, people are forever asking me, so why did I cross the frickin’ road? Dumb-shit me, of course. Consequences waaay unforseen.
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My name is Jeremy, and I am in love with a zombie.
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Sometimes when I fall I see a ...
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6. to register for the draft
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sometimes it's hard/ to leave the house in the morning/ when bed is so comfortable/ and you're so far away.
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It's as if the house knew I was relinquishing my hold on it.
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The Intrepid Explorer recounts his travels for the benefit of subscribers to the Magazine of the Museum of Everything
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It was more than just taste/
more than a point of view/
and oil and pigment/
that painted a store front church/
a box with a cross in a vacant lot/
that welcomed desperation, faith/
and imagination.
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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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I play in the dirt with cattle bones
while Mother rattles the sky.
She tells me I have my fathers eyes.
The words come through bloody fissures in her lips.
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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It's 2am. The wind is moving at speed, whipping gently the tree branches, and their leaves rustle simultaneously to create a audible sound, like hands flipping through sheets of paper, or that feeling you get on your fingertips when going across a textured surface. I'm…
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He wasn't sure if I was joking.
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All these poets with their wrinkled hands full of freshly poured over poems are driving me into the dried wheat fields like a black block of crows. Offering a collectable cigarette, they light the damned thing with another hand-rolled poem,…
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Monday will come soon enough to get/
what needs to be done, done.
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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Mon wakes up surrounded by trees. The light is grey, the trunks black.How long have I slept? he wonders.He doesn't know which way to walk. In every direction, the same prospect of trees. He looks up at a blank sky. No sign even of the sun.***He starts walking. Slowly,…
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and where have the years sped
how distant was your youth
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And God said unto the oil can: “Thou art cursed above the cattle, and above every beast of the field. And deep the ground shalt thou go.”
“Mother,” said the oil can, “fucker!”
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"You're no good at sex, no good at drugs and, god knows, no good at rock and roll."
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In the end nothing could bring him back because I tried. All those weeks and months, yet all I have left are the tears and memories. He said when he asked the final questions to those in charge he was confused.
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She thinks this is the place she dreamed
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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Azure took the paper and read it herself. She wondered about those four mysterious beings that communicated with her.
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Ross, I've been a ghost hunter for almost 10 years now and this is a place I said I WOULD NEVER NEVER EVER go to!
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