Category: Creative Writing
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I had deviled the salads for far too long when the clock struck negative one. A perplexing complex of half… Read more.
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Nerves like cornsilk on fire A plume of atomic orange Flames of blueberry stroke A billion heads collapse and sleep… Read more.
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Picking awkwardberries from the tree of life A subway car injects the city with shaking souls Human fluids in the… Read more.
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A man named India felt like a voodoo doll the morning of his electric birthday. The pinpricks stabbed at him… Read more.
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Thirteen minutes to fill a capsized void. A laundry list of worry as the clock ticks in some kitchen bluebird… Read more.
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I can see my tangled soul reflected in the winter lenses of an office building in the factory district. The… Read more.
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I want to go to dreamland and stay there. To live among the colored angels and broken glass voodoo kings.… Read more.
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A no hope sky scar laughs lenticular, a vision stretched, a moment cascading down a mountain of gods. I suffer… Read more.
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It was an empty night by the desk and the heart inverted for the purposes of other people. Chocolate hearts… Read more.
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A red sunset is hanging in the sky A warm blotter of heat love Hanging on a hook in space,… Read more.
