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Whippit Can Jamboree
I lift the can of keyboard duster to my lips.
When God and You matched on Hinge
Congratulations! YOU and GOD have matched on Hinge.
Bite the hand that feeds you
I was born in a hole, a metaphorical one fortunately.
This Nightmare of Skin
There is no escape from this skin, she said;
The Shooter
Emerging from the john with her coat draped over her arm and carrying her overnight bag, Sharon tossed a gift-wrapped box onto the living room couch where I’d been dozing.
Northern Feedback
Knocked-off at half-four and walked south in oblivion for a bit
her hundred-thousand-year solo session
> ここにいます. here i am.
> come and get me, you fucking metaphysical dogs.
My Dear Klansman
For about three weeks, Thomas has been working the gift shop at the First White House of the Confederacy, a museum and historical landmark in the modern age.
The Outside World
Dustin and I had been trying to watch an episode of Bleach for at least 30 minutes, but the onslaught of bass blasts from the parking lot had proven impossible to ignore.
Hang Man
There’s a man hanging over me, he follows me around like a balloon tied to my wrist.