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at the end of the day, r/nihilism is not that active / Twenty-One Hands
in college i was on the internet every day
looking at opinions
Lost Blossom
Every day we live we feed
a little on the misfortunes
of others:
Avoiding Disaster
Imagine that the bucolic picnic –
Which you happen serendipitously upon
Once you begin your walk in the woods –
Is actually a disaster:
The Maintenance Man in Hell
It is a thankless job.
Ugh # 3 (somewhere in Montana)
Ugh # 3 (somewhere in Montana)
I
depress
the stopwatch
and scream Go!
as two hearses roar into the dawn
leaving spilled coffins in their wake
and neon scorpions crawl from
What a beautiful day for a picnic wouldn’t you say?
What a beautiful day for a picnic wouldn’t you say?
As I choke to death on a bite of ham sandwich with spicy mustard
the harp string snaps
and knocks the fried chicken out of
Still Life, With Sharks Circling
Still Life, With Sharks Circling
Daddy’s head was like a jack-in-the-box out of which a
second head might pop. You could sense the tension in his
crank. Mommy put us to bed li
I Climbed the Hill Beneath You
I Climbed the Hill Beneath You
I devoted my time to watering a dead stick back then. I was
trying to raise an enchanted forest in my closet. I guess I
wasn’t thinking too cle
On the Loss of Opportunity
On the Loss of Opportunity
We must resist the urge to anthropomorphize the suffering of robots
Regarding its time on Mars,
here is what we can say,
without resorting to sentimenta
White Dog Mambo
White Dog Mambo
I wear an ankle bracelet to suggest my damage. You might
want to check your mouth for moths. Does it make sense
for your tongue to be where it is? Mile after m