Monthly Archives: October 2013

pwp #4

the hair is bushy and bush is red therefore the bush burns red flames and nails dig into the au gratin side; screech a typical red mad like the reds eventually do and sweepers are not paid destruction pay no … Continue reading

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pwp #3

The ridden is a simplification with impurities boiled out to lay smoother the situational knot because the mood is moody and oversight in some nightly nights could certainly and do elude who comes to cover the overseer shift because discourses … Continue reading

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another pwp

city sizable but not impossible to cross paths with a known before this bounce in the transformer chamber. If out of the lair it was one thing but once one known is a want and a flirt and settle on … Continue reading

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aha

so it wasn’t just imagination, the sensation of being eaten, bit, bloodsuckers, but bloodsuckers, no it couldn’t be mosquitoes the eve of Halloween though there were those vibrations from the violas needing a tuning; but these afternoons have harkened to … Continue reading

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another by the way

couldn’t decide whether to use the real or pen name so I went with initials, but it says something like, ‘other titles by this author’ and other titles do appear but they are not me. So probably have to figure … Continue reading

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well for what it is…

no pressure tactics whatsoever, for I’m sure if I dare look at it I’ll want to dive in with Compulsive-Changer Gloves… then again maybe someone out there will get a giggle or two. Who am I to deny that? To … Continue reading

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from the a.m. and the kitchen

the secular or that mission hiding behind that jar which is wide and once housed pickles where helpless legs of green having no relation to the pickle though they sort of are dunked in one, cut down, bunched, sold cheap … Continue reading

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from a land unknown

blue-window schoolhouse, reading, under the shabbily glued roof and is tin and a storm scurried to the pine grove that gives the gift of laxity but they can’t relax or can’t digest if laxity is forbidden so the council sends … Continue reading

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from a trip to the little store

were I a wino and in equal parts a partner to the vampire craze which I am not – not into the vampire craze, well I know of a glassed sarcophagus where wine bottles rest and a wino may find … Continue reading

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another as is

The blue-eyed angel may look forward to a day fate leads the way to an emerald basin in seclusion, the water a glass that reflects and brushes words in question, am I evil after all and where did it enter … Continue reading

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