Fiction & Poetry
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18/12 / massacre
comparable to
the Illiad, your constant
affection was the
root cause of my destruction
Thwarted by a Line of Diatomaceous Earth
1989, I snuck into the shuttered
Ruin of the Granada Theater.
The CIA: A Model for Post-Individual Literature
In the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency), the individual is anonymous.
sans serif.
my heart is an electric harpsichord
Cornelius
Me and Dunable were raiding the racks at Goodwill, searching for cheap clothes to wear to school that fall, when I came across a faded blue work shirt with a white patch over the left breast pocket, where the name CORNELIUS had been spelled out in red cursive stitching.
We Called Them Helicopters
Headhunters mock us from the pass above.
Hands Off
Christmas, Mineral Man! shouted Twerpie. Get your hand closer to that press, it’ll be off!
Repetitive Motion Disorder and You
The calluses bleed every night.
Private Joke
Within the first hour of our “holiday” in Wales my bulky drill sergeant Gerhard and his ample wife Hine-Ert began trying to rebalance social scales.
from back when i thought i was a roller skate boy and i copied a basquiat and put some of my memories of burroughs in the painting by anders andrew anderson, track 1, technical and the like
fading khaki pants
disc mouths
flicker ghosts