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THE GRIND

Time drags on. Sandal season comes to a close. Rhubarb Branca slams his palm on the bar. He is a pest, a disturbance, a regular whom all the staff despise, who sinks the hearts and crashes the smiles of youngsters and vets alike. “ANOTHER ONE!” Bellows Branca. Chazz Turmeric, white-teed, bearded, gold chained and snap-backed,…

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SCHOLARSHIP

The only thing that matters is my identities. I have words to prove who I am. I feel so connected to you right now. I feel so connected. We have the same tentacles penetrating our minds and the same almost-autumn air in our lungs. We will gracefully race to the bottom. I was basically in…

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THE SPIRIT OF THE TREE

How far afield? Are you nourished? AS ONCE IT WAS, IN FRAGMENTS GLINTING CROSS-EYED A DE-TUNED RADIO THE PARADIGM OF LEAVES A GOOD TIME TO THRIVE SLOPPILY WE WEPT AND FIDDLED, WINDSWEPT, SELECTIVE A SIP AWAY FROM THE BEST PART, IMMUNE TO ADJECTIVES AND VERBS, SUSTAINED I HAD SOMETHING TO DO, ONCE. A TOOL OR…

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CLOUD 9

CLOUD 9 : So this is not real. This is not real. Right? : Well it is. : Convince me. : I am 1000000% confident.  : You can’t know. : I don’t want to beat a dead horse. : I just don’t even know what to do or say. I went to therapy. : We…

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Log In

This isn’t me. Only you will see your number on your profile. Not now. Wild. Look you don’t need 90 f… You sent a voice message. Womborn, Duel Apprentice. Happy birthday!!! Dope thanks https:// https:// Absolutely Yamming on I an attachment ♥

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Jaywalking

I will never apologize  or pay the fine or text back or show gratitude  or smile on command I’m too old for homework  too tall to ride a pony  too rich to pay taxes too parched to floss too sloped to make eye contact and one day I will crawl out of my own ass…

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Swedish Meatballs (2022)

As soon as Otto ate the meatball all of the unspeakable horror of the universe crystallized deep in his chest and spread through his veins and arteries, his toes, his fingertips, and finally his brain, which screamed that something was horribly, horribly wrong, that horror was everywhere and eternal, that he was made of dust…

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August 21

The tree breathes life into the stale salad dressingPallid and feckless too fast to savor every biteSips down trash to keep the thrill aliveZags down alleys and bridges at nightGloveless Bridgewater spiral not so tightBleach blonde teeth but feeling so whiteCrowns himself king of the MormonsClashes swords with the orcs and the parking enforcementLays bricks…

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Smut

I watched a lot of smut when I was younger and told myself it was art and I was the curator, alone in my room These days I only dip my toe once in a lonely blue moon and I still think it’s art, dark art, dangerous art Anyone can keep a diary only the…

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Dream 4/23

Drugs, cars, game shows, AI, discretion, makeout, high school would be sweet heart Kissing driver’s side Busted! Lecture not listening, house calls Painting bigger pictures

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