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Only Lifelike
The lampshade is a little more crooked than usual. The only sign of disruption I can detect. Was it worth it? All that and now I have to deal with a crooked lampshade. And my brain is in my hands. Almost forgot. I see the ghost move across the kitchen again.All the time now.Not just…
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Underlining the Seconds
glued, thirsty human to shirtyou, me, some sweaty ceilingthe fan looks panickeddespite told-you-so windowthe heart sits on icenot in the character’s bodyi’m sun, the exhausteda growing glob of rattlesnakesseeping into another adventurewith an optimistic umbrellafocused like poisonmy clammy kneesare amazing
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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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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…
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Brains Are
brains are just like those squishy people you see when you dream right before your alarm goes off. they walk slow and weigh a ton. and they’re always in the way. it’s part of the whole thing. the whole damn package. someone ordered this thing. this me. probably from a place having a going out…
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