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We Grind Bones
Frost in the windowpanes, an icy gust in the morning. It only gets colder when the sun rises.
Kurt Cobain is Alive, and Homeless in New York.
Despite Greta saying the pain would go away, the hole was still hurting after several weeks, but he’d forgotten how many.
I have that strangest void for you
Under the dome? The Stephen King novel where a city is put, obviously, under a dome? Was that its title?
Hammer
Taste of new moon—creamy, cellophane-tinfoil shiny
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Pushing back her violent hair’s
nimbus of corpses, each clinging
to its thread of Pity me, please
Learning to Forget
The first essay in Kevin Breathnach’s ‘Tunnel Vision’ (2019) is a profile of portrait photographer Berenice Abbott, whose ‘Self-Portrait with a Large-format Camera’ (1926) frames Breathnach’s account of her life, her place within the 1930s arts scene of New York, and the relationship between her photography and the viewer.
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NO signaling!
33 is simply the age of death of Jesus Christ,
my worldwide targeted individual.
The Blueprint for Saving an Angel
It is mid-September, and I, with every knowledge possible of the event in which I was driving to, chose to wear a suit jacket, my most elegant white button-down, a tie, my finest jeans and terribly worn down, ill-fitting shoes that I paid for with cash at the Value Village furthest where I am now.
Blah Day / What is the vase in a tombstone called?
People also ask:
Discharge #486
Your designation as an officer of the Imperial Security Bureau allows full access to this weapon’s memory banks.