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Prayer for 1952


Oily white shirts
cover flaccid pink flesh,
deep in the woods
where disease likes to fuck.

Our father,
who art in heaven,

Crackle of cow-skin
gets them aroused,
a scythe in the night
to break open skin.

shit upon your name,

It was dry and pleasurable
that primitive rape,
with screams full of blood
and clotted with pus.

Thy kingdom cums,
and...
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the girl with glass eyes
she's a perfect replica
she's bursting with plugs and wires
and she talks so technical.

she won't ever feel your pain
and she never wears a frown
she'll never disdain
the things that spin you round.

but she knows not what she does
and she knows nothing of love.

she just wants you to turn her on

the girl with...
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the farm

the wind was ripping across the fields and the cornstalks were waving back and forth like an enthusiastic audience. Finch stood with his back to the setting sun watching the plants reflect the golden rays. it would be harvest tomorrow, and he was looking forward to climbing into the old threshing machine and riding it across the plain. it always made him feel...
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The Dentist

One day, Charles decided he wasn't going to be a dentist anymore. He hung his white coat in its usual place and said goodbye to his secretary like he did every day. In the elevator on his way down he paid particular attention to the buttons on the panel. As he walked out into the late afternoon light, he noticed that there were...
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well, the show was awesome. great art, great crowd, great food, awesome fucking bookshop! Josh, my hat's off to you and your awesome show! for anyone who doesn't know, go check out Bookbeat & Co. RIGHT FUCKING NOW! cheers to shiloh for putting up with the delays...


afterwards we couldn't have hoped for a cooler afterparty. it wasn't really in honor of us, but we...
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As the new flood approaches,
grey-green surrounds.
Float above the current
like driftwood.

The valves are opened,
emotion comes pouring.
Deep beneath the surface
of the murky water.

I have a hold on me,
latched against the stream.
Air-tight and useless
for all intents

and purposes.



cheers, everybody.

well, i have things to report from the Rotten front...

First off, and i know some of you are going to back me up on this, The Office from the BBC RULES!!! go download a couple episodes or be all legal and buy the DVD. you will not be disappoionted.

Second, The band, tho i've already plugged it in the SGOK group, is playing at...
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well, it's a new day.

birds are chirping, sirens are sounding, and the air smells impossibly fresh.

soon my son will be awake and getting ready for school and i'll ready myself for class.

i've had all night to think about the weekend and it's full of a curious mix of regret and exhilaration.

have a beautiful week, all ye who care to read this.

we didn't even place at the Ultimate Battle of the Bands.

what a letdown. thanks to everyone who came out and supported us, we really appreciated it.

hope everyone had a good weekend.

safe in the knowledge that no one will ever read this stupid journal, i feel free to speak with impugnity.

this semester is a total bust. well, maybe not all of it. i'll end up squeaking by, i suppose. but, ironically enough, it's college itself that has made me sick of college. i only have a few semesters left and i'll be the proud recipient...
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there's a tiny little hole in the wall. it's just about as big as a pin. nothing that i know of or even care would probably fit in. it laughs and points at me when it sees me wake. i tried to cover it with tape. it's like a window into the microcosm of the world. atoms and molecules come out. why is it there?...
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