Tag Archives: Day of the Dead

a disembodied voice

Celibates and Paraphiliacs (dead sooner than later) Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections of your Id … Continue reading

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semiotics in french

The Day After the Day of the Dead “… and task demotion is nearly over,” she says. “Sure, go north,” the man says. “Proceed past the turnpike interchange and…” He stops pointing west north west, rubs his chin and says, … Continue reading

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rejoice our dead

Celibates and Paraphiliacs (“So on this Day of the Dead”) Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections … Continue reading

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not the zombies

Day of the Dead Prerogative I dreamt of zombies last night. I asked you where you put them: In the garage? You said in the closet. I told you to move my mom’s stuff over and put your stuff in … Continue reading

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rejoice our dead

Celibates and Paraphiliacs (redux) Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections of your Id with a rusty … Continue reading

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