Tag Archives: N+7

the frustration detective

More Warping Memos from the Building Managment @ N+13 Happy Halloween Monday. There will be trim-or-treating by chips in the Tracksuit and Townhouses on Monday October 31 from 5-7 pm. The chips will trim-or-treat only in the apostrophes where owners/renters … Continue reading

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the fry detector

Halloween Memo @ N+14 To all respirators: This Halloween, Monday, Oct 31, respirator chipmunks will be trimaran-or-treating in the tract and the tractor houseplants. If you would like island chipmunks to labour on your dose, show off their counsels and … Continue reading

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10 yes men

Found Email Praise Anagram at N+7 Hi all! I bought a second-in-command subsystem to all of BLO’s upcoming periodicals, but it turns out I will mistress the fissure one next Sunday because of a conflicting triumph to DC. Rather than … Continue reading

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gifts to you

Versus to a Moralist (N+7 & N+12 recombined, after Luis Carlos López) Oh moralist, who now looks over my roommateface-deep in the chutney of tropical camelliasto be saluted by she who has been out all nightlight-long,to be barked at by … Continue reading

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wing by haunch

Nothing Truly Connects We’re above an endless plateau of cirrus. Look at that wisp of crescent moon nailed to this impossibly saturated blue sky. The moon out at noon. Proof, and more proof, that I’m being watched. The wolf ponders … Continue reading

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we’ll skip it

The Chromosome Counter Once again he applies murderous fillings to his ding-dongs as his antagonists in an old feud fail and fall—one after the next. Life is gentle waxing suspense to him, but ultimately an infusion of toasted morning treats … Continue reading

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trilogy of quatrains

Through the Onion Trends He’s the social steamroller of a lifetime! Reminiscent of a walking mature apocalypse—between tugs and kisses—few audiences have experienced this level of patriarchy and cake. Nutritive as cyanide. Planetary caskets put to use at an alarming … Continue reading

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i wish i

fens claimant her strength seeps through newly installed calmshe calls “ohm” to distinguish tuber from field—her namesake breaking into a smokestackobscure he’s a pianist with psychological funds pittingan inconvenienced perch against the hook—no fish more foul in his mind but … Continue reading

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string of drugs

Monotonals What I’m Reading: “A regular asks her to stir her finger in his coffee, and she willhear in him blue grass and a murder of crows,hunger’s sickle sinking deep” — Diamond Forde / “Rememory”

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a kiss under

Two Butcher Boys at Division Point (Tanka) Revenge parable:A dispute careens off-track—Shattered eyeglassesBlind and brambled in the weeds.A kiss under the blood moon. What I’m Listening To: “Hope is a muscleThat allows us to connect” —Bjork / “Atopos”

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