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We’ve been looking for ways out of this dark hole.
Together we clawed at the earth until our fingers bled.
I left a tooth in the dirt after biting into it.
I want to leave this underground dampness.
I want to experience the surgery of the surface of the earth
And not watch myself get poked by bladed worm after [...]
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I smelled the apocalypse coming and I ran like a rat with pearl in her mouth. I smelled the apocalypse coming and I ran like a rat with copper in her mouth. I smelled the fire coming and I ran like a rat with wire through her tongue. My elephant waits for me next to [...]
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sometimes my right shoulder hurts really bad
sometimes i wake up at 11am and don’t eat until 2pm
sometimes i wake up at 11am and don’t get out of bed until 2pm
sometimes i think about how life would be better if i had a sister
sometimes i think about how life would be better if i didn’t grow [...]
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headphones. macbook. twine. external hard drive. plastic bags. door hinges. curtains. eyeglasses. moroccan sheep skin lamp. knitting needles. extension cord. picture frame. led zeppelin 10 cd box set. push pins. bubble wrap. tape measure. jewelry box. yoga mat.
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i love what’s happening.
a ripe kind of madness.
all plump with the right amount of drama and sedation.
don’t call the doctors.
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low on fish oil tablets, have three large bottles of chewable vitamin C in the house, got money back from the federal government, toes got numb multiple times, starting to believe i have bad circulation in my legs, found out on the internet that if you want to get a cake from charm city cakes [...]
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exercise in negative capability
milk before killing, milk before eating (with the patience required for screwing in a light bulb)
There’s room for meat
and mars this time of year is burnt skin.
They peel it.
When i reach the telephone booth please have my horse ready. He’s been gnawing on the number nine. The last cloud of hay didn’t come [...]
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electricity pause
writer’s block getting worse every day. my body feels it too. i’m so stiff and heavy. no circulation of ideas or blood.
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light green runs towards me. his toe dark green. all day playful. watched a whole stream of lovely faces going by on top of the river. his woods are cryptic and i smell it everywhere i go. listen dear, you took way too much from the little bit that was given to [...]
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lamp shade, dictionary, russian matryoshka doll, ceramic hand, cod liver oil tablets, incense holder, slide whistle, painted glass egg, pumice stone, dried flowers
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in my dream last night a man sent a very personal letter to me in the mail. the letter was 65 pages long. i didn’t read the whole thing. i hope to come back to it in future dreams. in the letter this man told me he didn’t want to know me because [...]
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i’m trying to write about clowns, homicide, and enlightenment all in one piece. it’s a miracle of an idea and i’m having trouble. is this writer’s block? no, it’s an infiltration of distractions. must unstitch the stitchings. must violate time and erase it. must blink rapidly until there is only one blink.
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i don’t want to make videos anymore. but less than six months ago i rejected poetry. well i still reject poetry. i don’t read it, never have read it. poems and poets are not my teachers and have never been my teachers. that’s a good thing to know and presently recognize. but i don’t want [...]
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i am made of flour and sugar, water and urine, wax and gunpowder, grass and grain. ** i am husk and lavender. trampoline and lover. i’ll harm you.
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branches divided
where do most people get their rewards and benefits from life? is it in people? how can that be? do people truly love each other, care about each other, find comfort in each other, feel connected to each other? is this for real? do people really like other people? is this really happening? where? when? [...]
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cholesterol: my back hurts.
diamond mine: try stretching it a little. do some of that each morning. keeps you real bendy.
cholesterol: what do you know about being bendy?
diamond mine: i studied with a yogi for twenty years.
cholesterol: ohh i see.
peach: i used to study with a yogi too. not for that long but a good [...]
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danced my ass off in modern dance class, recovered from a blistered toe that i got from last weeks class, went out in the pouring rain to buy a space heater from a guy selling it on craigslist and… found a strip of cloth in my mother’s quilting scrap bucket, looped it around a table [...]
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we are so surreal
look at me i’m a surrealist french poet. i speak french. i write in french too because i’m a french surrealist poet. i hang out with other french surrealist poets. we write exquisite corpses. yes, do you know what that is. probably not. i’m not surprised. [...]
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sewage collective
a bagel with butter followed by three pieces of overly sweet chocolate followed by the potential of miso soup or a cheeseburger with real fries with the skin left on before the event of deep frying. it all mixes like a compost pile, sometimes gurgling like an intoxicated tapeworm. this sparkling hot sack [...]
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something about drilling icepicks into my prefrontal cortex is horrifying yet romantic because someone is attempting to heal me regardless of its barbarism and inherit brutality.
*thinking of you, modern medicine, with mind-numbing psychosurgery love.
the history of lobotomy
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do we like consuming. this process of updating of systems. we can put really scratchy things in our mouths and turn them into softness, like baby poop but not baby poop because it shall turn into our own poop and we are the new breed of large adult. but, not me, at [...]
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a) a colorful pyramid of six thousand globally adopted babies
b) a short-haired rebellious concubine
c) a rabid dog biting the toes off an irreplaceable barbie doll from the 1960’s
d) three youthful grandmothers in thigh-high tights milking goats
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ohhhh my lord, i wish i believed in more gods. small ones…… that inhabit the earth…. like clams. only more original: clam with knives for legs, because clams don’t have legs—gods make this planet all the more interesting. hahahahahahahaha, i told you things would be getting better. i told you so. [...]
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