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missing dot.
nights like this i remember how the skin of her cheek felt like tissue gone through the wash or the petal of some unnamed flower you might happen upon walking in an otherwise forgettable wood on your way to someplace else you’d rather be. in the great big bathroom in the great big house where…
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on believing that a funk has been defeated
driving down the road reading shit poetry and accidentally singing a few off-key notes for the first time ever in front of him i knew that life was good and the next day one blink, one word that wasn’t said one caught breath sent me face-first under the covers, sent me into the dark, silent…
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blind.
you, when looking up at your great blue sky universe full of gifts- patriarch of all of us staring back in disbelief- spirits out there, guiding you- muscle-bared, red-burnt skin steering you, malicious into the path of wrong you, when looking up find grace in things that are not there and absolution by simple virtue…
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more meandering; 81912
russian spiced tea with a splash of milk and too much sugar, rickie lee is tinny through the speakers here, but i am too lazy to move six inches and put a record on. i wish it was raining (it just started raining as i typed that- oddly enough) babes tucked into cozy beds and…
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marginally.
here, with adjectives neatly stacked like hierarchal pawns eyes blurred, caffeine burning like the things i used to do (i’m older now and don’t get high on life or anything) i want to walk outside and see the stars to taste them, though to climb the air that reeks of disappointment thick and fetid coddled,…
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Snapshots.
Tonight, I feel like my bones have all come apart, not at the joints, not jagged breaks with sharp edges sticking out to catch on clothing and upholstery, numb until the pain sets in, but like each molecule is separated, swimming through blood thickened like molasses, and reaching up to move my hair or stepping…
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on time
both of us linked by invisible wires and lines that snaked through the air across town agreed there is no time it held us there. early morning tying shoes and searching for lost unmentionables we cursed it breathed its name like an epithet wove it in with all the rest of the words you shouldn’t…
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Asheville Band Re-Releases Original Night of the Living Dead with New Soundtrack
Zombie freaks, listen up. Psychedelic rock fans, stay tuned. NotLD purists, don’t bail on me yet. I’m freaking excited. I’m not one of those people who, caught up in the current monster craze, is all of a sudden OMGZOMBIES! (or would that be ZOMG?) but I have always loved George Romero’s original Night of the…
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