Tag: Aliens
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It’s Christmas Eve in a town the color of burgundy and pine Cold stars and tattered clouds float within the inky-bruised canopy Store windows glow yellow, the brick of the small buildings are the color of slightly burnt toast People shuffle along the walks frosted with fresh snow They peek…
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A coffee clown sits in a silver diner He looks out the window and watches the rain He thinks about the maddening world and the chaos and the pain His white face and green mouth are showing sadness Maybe I should show up at work naked, he thinks. That will…
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There’s the smell of something sweet coming from the kitchen. Corn dogs. Corn bread. Corn Flakes. Cornmeal. Corn on the cob. Corn chowder. Corn pie. Corn on the moon. Corn in space. Corn of the aliens. It was a hot, burning day. One of those days that feels like one…
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+ Abduction, Aliens, Art class, Art Dreams, Boyfriend, Childhood Trauma, Corn, Ice Cubes, Robots, School+
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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…
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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…
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The low machine hum of the big, big city is entrenched in gaslight dawn. The birds and the killers are mum, waiting for the razor light of god’s heart to percolate and breed as the handmade souls rise, wash and run. And it was a hot day in the desert,…
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Gracelyn Polk was on her stomach on a small bed in a girlish bedroom of pink. Her legs were bent upward at the knees behind her, socked feet crossed, as she lazily flipped through a teen magazine. A Who record spun on a small turntable in its own red box…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 