Tag: Writing
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Red stars and atom bombs, gas globes spinning in the heavens dripping flawless arms of colored smoke. Read more.
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Excerpt: The hum of existence rides like trains on rails, the gentle rock, the hypnotic sway through a countryside of… Read more.
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Truman stripped off his clothes and dipped his lanky body into the scalding water. It hurt at first, but then… Read more.
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Airplanes streaking across the sky on the same warm summer day wrecking balls sexing up dirty brick walls all in… Read more.
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Jesus passed her a joint as they sat on a bench in a golden-green park like Oz far up in… Read more.
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You can’t say no to that when she feels so good naked Read more.
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And love is but a trickle in this RAMSHAMBLED river of love, the armies of men keep marching upon the… Read more.
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At the crossroads of the metal moon and spilled-milk stars and beneath the exit to the Earth and its sun,… Read more.
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Zombie in sweatpants jogging in the ghetto, arms stuck out lean and mean, cold soles slapping the greasy street Read more.
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This is all a divine anatomical tragedy I thought as I leaned on the cold wet rail of green looking… Read more.
