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By the-real-jaw
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cradled over cold rails into the 21st century
Hello, I’m Stef-Stef Whacket, and I come from your planet, just another sperm walking this flooded toilet, frankensteined from genetic alphabet and...
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- 181 reads
dancing in a cage wheeled through a forest of eyes
Outdoors the air is hostile and nervy, it bothers glam willows and the swan navy, and me, a slug hunched in a shell jacket, haunting the canal and...
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- 312 reads
O O
way back at the beginning of time all reality except us was a cold corporate hallway and her body was my daily bread we made the trees shout before...
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- 127 reads
Our Lady of the Streets
The city’s rectangular eyes towered over me. Banks and offices whispered to each other forecasts of my movements. They knew I was lost and trying to...
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Skyworms, or the Man Who Disproved Sleep
It’d been a long day, I mean literally a day that had lasted months. I had disproven sleep in an internationally published and peer-reviewed paper...
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- 357 reads
The Answer (I)
A true story about a night out with an addict.
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- 315 reads
The Chief Managing Director Has a Few Requests
I I want a dirtier sunset with tar and molten waste Got it? Give me sewer pipes that spew and rusty black scaffolding dewed with distillate of...
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The Freshness of the First and Foremost of the Finest of the Lines
All philosophies condense to a line, with time, and all songs dwindle to a single sooty melody and even if you sawed the locks off your senses even...
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The Insemination
With her right claw Genu46 grips the child and tugs her beak from its ribs. She dribbles softener on its forehead, then cuts from combed hair to snub...
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- 212 reads
The Liar
Honest autobiographical piece about trying to live as an artist in 2018.
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- 340 reads
The Parasite Pities Its Host
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The Rainy Library
Yeah, I’ve been to the rainy library. They don’t put plastic on any of the goods. So many waterlogged stacks of books… I remember standing in the...
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- 273 reads
you
okay let’s see you’re in debt your significant other left you for a profile pic you feel most alive when you’re on drugs I know you you failed the...
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- 136 reads
It Had Been a Long Exorcism
How we survived a psychotic episode
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- 341 reads
You Can't Escape Your Body
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Between
here again, at the end and the beginning, at the instant before the big wake, all tender and waiting to be shaped, as the embryo of the universe...
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The Man Who Was Allergic to Himself (Pt. 1)
Two tiny black pyramids. Like black sugar, but with a faintly glowing core. Supposedly I’ll be able to taste the light. But I’m thinking too much...
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- 460 reads
The Man Who Was Allergic to Himself (Pt. II)
Part One is here - I climb the museum’s stairs, turning to gaze out. Further down the river, elephantine trees trumpet and stampede. A rusty Ferris...
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- 264 reads
Across
I may be too late. I shift in the cramped seat and my neck creaks. I’m cornered in the clear forehead of a bus clattering down the Autobahn. It’s...
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What Does She See?
When we enter, Oma’s gazing at the wall. She does not smile. Her eyes are red hollows. Opa announces that I crossed Germany to see her. I say a few...
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- 64 reads
Away
I was made of years piled up. I was eyes falling through time. There had been a strange but not unpleasant smell of bitter peppermint, then my mind...
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- 80 reads
Cookie Tin
Water snakes hiss in the walls. The day ruffles its frigid blue pages until I peel myself from bed to harvest a few shards of light from the horizons...
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Spider Season
Audio Eight-eyed airmen parachuted at twilight into our garden of good evil. It was spider season, and he & I roamed fairytale streets,...
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