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It came to pass... part II

The Hood

Maybe beatin' my own wife. My body marked up with tats, like a subway in Harlem
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It Came To Pass... Part I

The nauseous odor of sulfur was the glassy fleshed pimp’s one abiding memory of ‘Firebrat’s Hollow’; the literal ‘underworld’ where Gallowglasswegian

The Big Bang was Inevitable

Walk to work, curse the pitch of gravel under my feet, hungover again. Sickening sun rattles my conscience. Emerge from the underpass, to find the old man. Bent double like a diver

vi "Golden Dragon's after War"

vi part of the story

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Chapter Nine: Ella

Ben seemed weird. Ever since he had gotten back from dropping off that dead animal at Danny and Friend's Animal Shelter.. He didn't say one word to me when he got back.
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The Tiffin Carrier Man

The Tiffin Carrier Man arrived around noon.

to you, for now

you were just here you were here why have you been gone so long you would like me now like me more than you did before we'd have so much to talk about and we would be better

Geometric Memory

Incongruent objects Anxious For overrated superimpose-ability Smoke and mirrors To overcome the overlap Hats off to the house of the world We're closed There's no epiphany this time

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