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November Nine 202 AM
“I think I’m getting better,” I said. “What do you mean?” he asked. “My head,” I said. “Oh,” he said, “Yes.” And I believed him, because that’s what I do these days. I still need him to keep the light off sometimes I breathe better in the dark and sometimes every word is forced…
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For my Brother
I don’t know where this came from. I was making a salad, getting ready to take a sociology quiz (at the last minute, of course, thirty minutes before deadline) and this just came into my head. We had fun when we were kids, and he is one of my best friends today. I guess maybe…
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November Again.
this is when the darkness crawls in through my eyes, making pupils grow darker than normal with no sunlight anywhere nothing reflecting, the night settles in to my bones, through my pores makes my blood thick and slow, turns my lungs to cement i can’t breathe like this and the clouds gather, silently mocking creating…
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Silver Machine’s Night of the Living Dead is Here.
For all of you who have been eagerly anticipating the release of Silver Machine’s new soundtrack to the classic Night of the Living Dead (which they’ve also restored to the highest quality ever on DVD), details are here, in a post I wrote for our local Asheville blog. If you’re into zombies, space rock, psychedelic…
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command.
and then there’s this conversely bleak grey screens flashing disco balls of whatthefuck screaming buy me feel me hear me fuck me leashed together, shackled minds stay in step don’t fall out let the great ones take you down the path to everything is a-ok wash your feet in the bloody lamb, facing east and…
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planet.
under this blackbright sky i was in your hands. i held the scent of fire under my tongue it made me high it made me sleep it made me what was that you said? our words are mumbles, something like dreams half-awake, forgotten what was this. we are hazy filters layered over an already pitch-perfect…
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rot.
what if one day our hands didn’t match if, while walking they didn’t draw together magnetic what if your fingers didn’t recognize mine? what if one day we shared a seat without resting our feet on each other or my head finding that place just to the left of your shoulder that seems to remember…
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spit.
Came across a folder of things I wrote but didn’t publish, for one reason or another. Everything I write is somewhat abstract, and while the more positive things might be inspired by a particular person or event, the darker, angry ones almost never are. I go through phases in which I’m appalled by our society,…
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spine.
you don’t matter to the people who walk along your spine in military-issue combat boots lined with the skin of your brothers bite the fucking curb wear the flag let it wrap around your throat and suffocate your thoughts- drink the water. where is the remote? behind the couch with the bible and your stash…
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The Epic Battle Between Bassist and Insect (That was really neither epic, nor a battle)
It’s not a secret that beloved doesn’t like insects. He will kill them, and I believe he actually enjoys the process, when the electric bug-zapping fly swatter is charged. It is not charged at the moment, and herein lies the problem. We have errands to run today. Beloved was going to take a shower first,…
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