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Chip a tooth from the Universe, Or maybe just kiss a bit too hard And you’ll find that any love story you tell Can be told with the same taste And smell And eventual bite-marks that never quite heal Because for a while, a shorter while than you knew they knew you knew, Another person … Continue reading
The following was influenced by Albert Camus quote, “Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?” * Should I kill myself or update my Facebook? Maybe I can see how many likes I can get instead. That’d be nice. It could also not be nice, though. I could get three only. How many … Continue reading
I am convinced that if there is anything like happiness, it is found in belly button lint. Take a look, and you’ll see clothes contained in a little hole that opens its hungry mouth at every moment. Press up against it. Have a person grab you close. Walk slowly, hesitantly through the falling leaves in … Continue reading
I’m in a library. There are many books around me. Some are on the floor. Others are littered over tables. There’s an organization to the stacks, but I don’t know it. They aren’t arranged by height or colour or any particular pattern I can recognize. I open one book and it’s in a language I … Continue reading
Five years from now: Before I hear the knock, my hand is in his guts. Blood climbs my elbow, but the guy doesn’t notice. Just lays there as his pancreas then his small intestine then is large intestine wiggle around awkwardly like a highschool dance. His appendix groans. It is inflated so much that a … Continue reading
Hi. This is you. Here you are. Here I am too, but you do not know that yet. You’ll only find it out after a lifetime of remembering and forgetting alike. It’ll be a lot. It’ll be a little. It’ll be all you have for it is all you are: this stream of consciousness at … Continue reading
These doors never open no matter how many times I click the button. Look. Remember what the guard said. Let me get close. That’ll work. The guard told me so. Here. There. I’m here. I’m closer. It’ll open now. It has to open now. The guard told me so. Just a second. That’s all I … Continue reading
I’m not quite sure how it’ll end, but I know how it began. Boxes. That’s how you came here. In boxes to be picked up and shipped out, to be stored away until they are needed again. And they are after one thing or another happened. They are dusty from the last time, and as … Continue reading
Waiter. There is a knot of spaghetti in my pasta. You’re exactly right, there indeed is. Can I have it sent back? For? The knot. I don’t see a problem with it, sir. Pasta is not supposed to be knotted. While that it is true, it is only one noodle of many. And besides, it’s … Continue reading
There is a trumpet that I used to know how to play. I would get up and pick it up and it would sing notes that were up too. I was younger then, most certainly younger than I was now, Or at least young enough to fiddle around until I tired or it did … Continue reading
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