Category: Space
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The Kiss Thief of Alien Kief
A spiritual anthropologist sat in a diner in the city on a rainy Thursday morning. He looked out the large picture window where he sat and studied the gray sky and thought about human sin. He brought a coffee cup to his mouth and sipped it. Then there was a loud crash that startled him. Read more
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Cold Horse
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Dispatch from Idaho: There’s a horse who stands in a field out in the country by where I live. A place surrounded by fields of comatose sugar beets and hard earth; a permafrost, an Icelandic bandage holding back the blood, keeping check on the broken hearted, keeping them cold and unsafe when the locks break Read more
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Breakfast in Bergen
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And I awake with an itching in my soul Barbells of thought weighing me down And then I get overwhelmed And the panic sets in Dry mouth, racing heart Worry climbs a mountain I just want to live free of all the shit What is this world and where exactly is it? I know it Read more
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The Moon Orb
I went outside the other night to capture a photo of a very big moon and subsequently discovered this bluish orb with a small, white figure inside. Trick of light? Perhaps. I like to think it’s evidence of another dimension that thrives all around us. Read more
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The Tick
A man named India felt like a voodoo doll the morning of his electric birthday. The pinpricks stabbed at him like tiny little swords. He wasn’t feeling right in the head. Something about turmoil and fissures cracking open like in the Earth itself. The steam and liquid magma were leaking out inch by inch and Read more
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Orifice Clouds
The spirited heartbreak Of the witch harpooned The effervescent moon Drifting dream beams The sauce of life The sauce of the sky Stars and ravens up so high I see sleep And the structures of man Dust hobbits and wolverine people Traverse the Earth I am walking Northbog Ridiculous perimeters Sea urchins and starfish Stop Read more
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Astronaut on Acid
A wore down astronaut sits on a shaved concrete pillar in a lost city of ruins Bent metal, piles of rubble A canvas of destruction and idiocy He takes off his helmet and his Halloween mask And breathes the suspicious air Remnants of space stir in his head Different planets, places, pulsars Two suns, three Read more
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Doughnut Dreams and Alien Hope
The storms lull dreams to Wonderland And I was suddenly sleeping in a bakery case I was lying right next to a maple Long John My droid tells me this: Long John donuts are a type of yeast-risen pastry that is shaped like a bar and can be glazed or topped with icing. They may Read more
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Yesterday
Drawing blank French bread on a typical Thursday after a harsh rainstorm. Sometimes I feel empty. Sometimes I feel as if my soul is an unbodied mortal shell, a cistern with but a drop of water. Whatever can I gather from that? This. Wayward thoughts. Banana leaves. Golden taco trucks sunning themselves on the streets Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 