Tuesday, January 15, 2008
You had long wax smooth to my hands and soft to my pillow. Tooth glistens and gone, lip lines now print and a plastic game.Help me.
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Now, if the Easter paintand the upset buttonhad heard the manand the Plan;Thousands of Q-tipGang wombs, the A-linePassed over pressedover all the seals.Without the baseball grapes inside my boots in a...
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What grows from who knows where, so vile, so not in the book but is within the cracks and juts of words, how wanted is its removal, however the only physical way would be to peel off the skins of...
View ArticlePracticed Death: A Narrated Monologue.
Who the Fuck is this? A diatribe? A newly found word to be placed in the spaces between your teeth only to be injected into the rainbow eyelid of some waif? Well, these feet no longer make some strange...
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An exit wound for the rainbow face water: a new thing on the screen: "Fake Cops" an exciting hair drama combining explosion and lying interweaving thumbprint stickers, kidnapping adults and throwing...
View ArticleThursday, July 03, 2008
A mysterious bleach winding its way down the alley found that it had been misguided as to the purpose of his small slither-stroll. Feeling rather lonely, its puppies went down the road to follow, but...
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What a wonder it is the moment of a dream, the flicker from one invisible memory to the next.
View ArticleSunday, November 16, 2008
The Ramshackle region of frothed creams, how I feel I must retire, for over the valleys we sleep, but we shall never again feel weary lids. The stiched cuffs of old can not save us, we can only steal...
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