Monthly Archives: February 2014

2014 #47

the lilt hooks the lip and the female who fishes gives a lady’s tug, learning those moves when a girl. A girl serving a tea, or snagging a wandering bluegill and cosmetics are only cosmetic, as they have an array … Continue reading

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2014 #46

the blender was on sale including Kmart and Sears and glossy magazine centerfolds aimed pointblank between suburbia eyes and few could admit some smooth and soothing summer shakes were not savagely consumed. The decades, grown grey, are suggesting main street … Continue reading

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moody note

I love this land for what it is. I have no confirmatory inside or outside info, but since I’ve no such luxury I can only allow these inner hounds to ramble in their suspicious sniffing and they bring back an … Continue reading

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2014 #45

of course it is assumed the true sinner sits on these rounded shoulders and dangles leather boots that are streaked with blood and mud and gets free tickets to fantasyland to contaminate the fun houses and rust the cool coaster … Continue reading

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another snippet poeticized

The peasants cowered under the cover the embankment lip gave which was the best it could do and the best they could find though they knew they were far from absolutely safe otherwise they’d not cowered as they did or … Continue reading

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poeticized snippet from a larger whole

They’d called more than one tentacle technician to check out the problem; these were supposed to be tentacle technicians specifically trained to tune out sounds from the earthly realm above; all but one had expressed regret that while tentacle sound … Continue reading

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2014 #44

paper ethereal is in mines laced as though one of those fancy restaurant pepper grinders sprinkled semen that passed for a busted gasket spitting dirty machine fluid, meaning there is a newly risen fear of setting out on a fact … Continue reading

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