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  • It was on a Tuesday night that I met an immortal. He was tactless. Not socially naïve, just intentionally tactless. Strutting about a small apartment, his, wreathed in various statuettes and idols depicting monkeys in va…

  • smuggling back poppy from exotic deserts in the bodybags of fallen comrades. roll the bones in cleared-out caves, scooping up dollars, smokes and shells as winners. 1pin down thrashing limbs 2slap face through burkha an…

  • .fatuation. lots of lovers say maybe-kinda-sorta then send long letters first-class twirl locks of wispy air or twist uncooperative payphone cord (that won't quite let you reach the newspaper stand so you can check her …

  • need feedback: on my monitor, the text is all on the left side and the background image is far enough right that they don't overlap, but i understand that's not the case for everyone. please describe your format/visua…

  • i stole this line from god. he left it in the crease created between your cheek and eye when you laugh at my outrageous lies. such a careless diety to let stanzas like these stick to the sunswept flesh of the gentle…

  • I. shortlooseskirt in a strong wind gaggle mouths harmonizing different lyrics prada heels staccato on herringbone south of torn notebook II. "language is dead, inert" she said i said "i don't believe it, bitch" she wa…

  • she says humidor? as if i had a choice to queue the oppressive ambience pleasure kept by pressure in the torpedo what dollars? what dollars. shaking bentleys out of amp jacks as if this is currency in Mogadishu, or…

  • Mannaged to get out of work yesterday to take a trip down to Omaha for the regional qualifying poetry slam. It was held at OM, the Omaha Center for the Healing Arts, a great little store in the Old Market area that wo…

  • i'm saddened by how difficult it is to keep one's mind on oneness. i submerged myself in a generous variety of addictions over the course of my conscience existence, and an amazing minority of them are proving to…

  • look behind you.

  • my debts to the Madison county court system are officially paid in full. now, about that attorney's fee...

  • These are the muffins that Marie Curie bakes before her shower with Norman Bates. These are the tools on the walls of the Bittaker garage. This is the throat in which no fear can lodge. We're all sq…