this is all your fault
Poetry and the literary culture I'm growing in a milk carton
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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My Little Pony and I float through the open door, crash into the river a mouthful of bright noise and slaughter the fisherman have brand new...
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Thursday, March 26, 2009
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Spontaneous Generation Ginger tea, scraped from some humming clump at the bottom of a glass jar. Hot. Yellow. Toothy. It stings the palate...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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The Stars are Yellow, Surrounded by Black At 6am, I splay my tender feet on cold pink tile, pretending I can't remember your name. House...
Friday, March 20, 2009
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Doe Star Angel Doe Star Angel, he said to her after he was done, his hands finally tired, one nail ripped. That's what she heard. Then ...
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