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Sometimes I Feel Weird [3]
Thoughts rattle around T.R.’s head. Each one some form of, “Who are you tonight?” He doesn’t care about the answer. Not really. The question itself isn’t very clear. A feeling of mistaken identity. Knowing something’s a bit off. Everything is a bit off.In the background, hypnotic music from a paused video game creates a creeping…
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Detached
I threw myself through the roof again. I do this whenever people are over. People I don’t like. This anti-social behavior is the only thing keeping me alive. Me as in whatever part of me that’s floating across the street, not that body thing back there. I don’t know what the hell’s keeping that alive.…
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Like Ghost but Different
MEDIUMI’m sensing the ghost of your mother. She brings wine and flowers. CUSTOMEROh. That’s my mom. I just know it is. MEDIUMThat’s what I said. I would know. She says she loves you. CUSTOMERI knew it. My mom LOVED me. She still does. I just know she does. MEDIUMYup. She just told me. That’s how…
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Conspiracy Theory Killed by the Beautiful Fauna
There I happened, stupid.This cartoony brain in a doorWe filled with a beautiful theoryAbout a spotted dimensionDreaming adviceDreaming becauseDreaming remembers the giantWith paranormal forces to another headOutlaw dreaming aboutThe implanted brainMY headThis thing I can’t avoidEntering everyone’s front doorCoughing, mining a rumorWe’re masquerading as dimensions
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Tower Eighteen is Weak
disease-ridden filthy friendsdisliked baseball and onionsthrew out yearswith basketball eyesi almost know a lazy personhaving skin and blood and wingsmy memory’s flattened and faxedi fear the oceanswind skin, seashell thingpulled me, rejected mewished me happy birthdaydisliked my reminded monthsanticipationfriendssomewhere eerie mefeels discomforton brand and defective
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Living Nowhere
go but notleave the light onthat unravels salivalike a whole televisioncouch looks so loststay, sink insidewant living buttoni stay bathed in weirdmake a searchlook! it’s minutessliding into disappointmentneon mean ass crime
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Uncanny Potential
imagine a spiderovercoming silencein waves of dirtwearing a rat auracreating the chapter’s insidea boneless caretakerspider footsteps inside youappear olderlike a lonely, old cracktears change from hot to arguethere’s an underneaththe beating butterfliesthe spider sets free its entrailsslipping carnagea dustpan
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communicate, milkshake
puddles to boil godyou’re that manthe man of, “oh no. sorry.”the factory message he put is created.“to use message: know.”what interior designer?planet confused.(beat) god?what universe uses message thought?you i probably saysarcastically laugh.don’t imagine, don’t fire.drawing a devotion (beat) up out and to the window.the daintiest apocalypseyou in a massive gas milkshake thingflashbackemerge disfigured minddastardly good…