first contact
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Iphigenia
There was a girl, skinny like a finger, who disappeared up God’s hole
FEED THE MONSTER
Eat me alive
No sleep til the body’s forced into it
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,
inlay
good example she work hard wake up early feed the dog cross fingers thats all i do all day
How Christopher Became a Drunk
Christopher had skipped ahead of the Big Sky man.