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By dawn, she is ready to hunt.
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122853
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It's not a funeral. Nobody to mourn over.
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122800
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We transplant helix° splices and
shoot back to meet our former selves, zip the
scrolls, and save the world. Then you said spin
so I twisted my jumper over and
over in
endless folds like lips, like vaginas, like
seacreatures
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I’m on Discord but I don’t know how to do anything.
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Charted stars by the dozens /
with a side of frizzle onions /
dawn showers us with glitter.
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I signed up for functional
I did not ask for this mixed bag
of broken glass
I have enough to swallow
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I barely scraped the sleep out of my eyes when I heard the shrill crying from outside the kitchen window, and I recalled one of the many reasons cats can't be trusted. You see, they're evolutionarily wired to imitate the sound of a crying human baby, so when they…
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122700
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-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.
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122741
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In praise of the colorful flock with crowns
of teased cotton candy rising high above
Modular walls, stalled operating systems
staling coffee and pale corner offices
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a white rabbit with a dirty monocle and a straw hat regarded marsha from the grass at the edge of the mud.
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“Have the cousins arrived?”
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Then there she is, and she makes me love-sad; it's a vehement, absolute, hard love-sad no one else needs to understand, though they can see; it's an emotion so concrete it's felt from the chest, not from a tenuous concept called heart.
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122722
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A fat kid running;
the sounds of an ice-cream truck
—counterproductive.
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She connects to you
via snarling vines
& worm-woven tunnels.
Drops Roman numerals
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the things we will accomplish, the things we will leave to others
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I guess it was, you know, a daze thing: He, lightly drunk, turning red in parts of his head, in his cheeks mostly, and his chest, to which my eyes were drawn because of his v-neck douchebag shirt; and I, sleepy beyond belief, sustained like a zombie only
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Hope is the thing playing checkers
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As the silence starts gashing I decide it's the moment to take all my thoughts for a walk; To a sound like a million lightbulbs shutting their fuses I resume my view, Across the sun-strobe streets with blind nightlamps; the safflower sun is lopped on its stalk …
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"Already he is running and flying to the center of the world" - Mircea Eliade, about what a shaman is up to, under his mask.
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I survived as a brave thought,
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"The rider rode his bike in Arizona just about every day and for all the usual reasons....."
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Four ships anchor
Far off shore
Chains slip
Beneath the swell.
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What does God find abhorrent?
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122611
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In my dreams, I feel my dreams fade away.
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You go out on a night with no moon, when all the stars are flush in the sky, when all of everything, even you, is just a shadow moving softly, and I swear, you can hear it, if you listen hard enough. The music. It’s like it’s coming from under the ground.
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It's a funny thing, watching a Snowman shiver
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122643
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I got one good hubcap
I lost the other 3
I just don’t know
What the heck is wrong with me
I got one good hubcap
As you can plainly see
The other 3 were seen
Just a-hanging from a tree
That’s what must’ve happened
When I ran my car ri
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Eva stepped out of the hut she and Javier shared and slogged through the mud toward the coop to fetch fresh eggs for Javier's breakfast. None existed. Javier became angry when he didn't get his eggs. Eva slowed her pace as she neared the door. She knew wh
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