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Out on Bail and Drunk and on the Run in Minnesota
Out on bail. I was as free as a fox in the meadow. The judge had restricted me to the four-corners of the state. That was fine.
The Blinding Light
I’m still fumbling with the dial on the combination lock when the second bell rings. I’m going to be late.
Chicken Burrito, Naked Like My Yearning
I’ve never been to Taco Bell. In fact, not only have I never been, but it is legally impossible for me to go there.
Iphigenia
There was a girl, skinny like a finger, who disappeared up God’s hole
The Fart
It was sunny outside, but still gloomy, as the parasite slithered its way through the streets of the neighborhood.
Close at Hand
It’s finally happened.
Be Gentle
“Think about it like this,” I tell her. “We call it computer class but it’s not really a class. Just like I work at the school but am not really a teacher.”
Hymn to Post-Orgasmic Neurasthenia / Fugitive Completeness
I feel I am a summer bee
That has misplaced its sting,
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good example she work hard wake up early feed the dog cross fingers thats all i do all day
7 short liver mush poems
look into the pan
hear that grey cube fry