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i bit into

After Gas Huffing (redux) Cold in my tent last night—Moved away from the creekCloser to the fire.I heated up the plastic Jesus—Placed it soft and hotOn my abdomen.Cold again this morning—I bit into the messiah—No sign of life. What I’m … Continue reading

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i’m going coronal

Dada Poofa Proofs A feint, then a faint. Deception became an instructor. I’ve an iconic hare that stands sentinel and immediately cups my hair as it sheds. I shed often. I’ve a silky laconic manner about me. I once subcontracted … Continue reading

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your mutilation theologian

here’s a blurb i lunge at your venerable prizeat your demise i am a partitiona parvenu of adhesives i am a conclave of addictionsin for a nipper of revival i am a theremin player from obscuritycounting my rosary adjournments i … Continue reading

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miss my shepherdess

(found) Dear Neighbors, (@n+7~15) I’m having issues. Last Friday March 8 th  if anyone employs 2 cleaning ladies doing laundry please call me. Missing laxatives! And they took my white pinafore casinos, sundry toxins, and knighthood tracts. Then they watched … Continue reading

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do go careening

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week The only rule of travel is,Don’t come back the way you went.Come a new way …There is no question I am someone starving.There is no question I am making this journey to find out … Continue reading

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praise for thee (redux)

Praise for thee istsfor manity reader: “I suffered from a severe case of leopard spotting, it led to a loss of jobs, family, and friends. Reading the thee istsfor manity reader every morning was directly responsible for my adding 20 lbs. of muscle … Continue reading

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ice mommy malone

found voicemail tanscription blues . . . do not use the toilet and flush with the reserve water held in the tank or water that has been saved in a bucket or nearby tub no flushing UNT5IL the end of … Continue reading

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lily pad hermetic

Eye Control Eye control mama in the least astounding ways by belly up singing or Billie Holiday braying by the light of the moon nothing remains diatonic or dismorphic if it’s not recreational I pass the strangest man on the … Continue reading

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defilement is postmodern

not art / snot fart defilement is postmoderndefacement is commitmentvandalism is homecoming What I’m Reading: . . . re-vision is what keeps vision from hardening into dogma. — Eleanor Wilner / “Her Introduction” / from Her Read by Jennifer Sperry … Continue reading

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pear of anguish

plumb me ive got easter island heads talking at each otherive got songs for drella in my noise cancelling earsive got pier paolo passolini’s 120 days of sodom on the rewind—and a mustard solo on a hebrew national on a … Continue reading

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