Monthly Archives: April 2015

open letter 4

dear random human, hey it’s me, the dandelion. Want to get this out while I can but I ain’t got much time because – yeah guess why – rains came – yeah I’ll say it – attacked, rains attacked, and … Continue reading

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open letter 3

dear clouds about to close the beautiful blue hole in the heavens, I’m sure none of you know me, and I hear the scrape of chair and dinner table legs up there so I don’t want to bug you – … Continue reading

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open letter 2

dear random literate human, by the time you read this ashes of not just me but all of my septuplet siblings will very likely lightly dust greenery. Don’t you feel weird that the faster you can read this the more … Continue reading

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open letter 1

dear ice cream company, of two of your flavors, your chocolate-flavored variety marshmallow thickens presents the tougher, more shall we say, resistant, obstacle, forcing sweatier effort for a salivating fellow wanting, aching, to only use his eager spoon – really … Continue reading

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musing idly, take 5

as we were saying picket ink would smudge message edges and luxury’s flotilla begins a slippery list before barely getting to the stuffed tortilla’s juicy goodies cussing with grins chili burns and summoning emergency bubble hops or even sweaty tea … Continue reading

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musing idly, take 4

sorry but sanctimony begins to fast produce that sick fishy odor when worn on poets and sanctimony creeps because it is creepy and sniffs for creepy trails and all are potentially at risk of contracting the sanctimonious creeps but words … Continue reading

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musing idly, take 3

you could store this shitake in the shelter. For if you treat it like a whopper and fries you’ll only wind up trying to hide a habit and shame is a horrific road on which to make your nelly navigate. … Continue reading

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