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wages for vivisection
Dedicated to Haley Heynderickx, Max García Conover, and Woody Guthrie It depends on the cold if you will sleep or not and even at that point you think about those too...
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fieldnotes of an earthly hospital
to have never known God to have never been buried alive ginger weights like pail sand osteopathic deer hunting ambulance exhausted salt morphine exposure in the haunted cold of an...
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collective ethical patience
there is a difference between collective patience and collective ethical patience, just as ethical patience will not do. But collective ethical patience is what transcribes and what translates between God...
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blood and ashtrays on Dilworth Farm
peace for consecrate pronunciation of guillotine gusts markings where guesses of patriot standings in strand, pro-government leftists are the doctored new centrists stealing hammers and nails across the sacred vowing...
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Fair dealing weatherable samizdat
horses in loving earth metals elements of practical conspiring characters of wafers and wine vanilla lemon tulip Cardinalidae peaking beneath the parched doe bouchon strings climbing where fallow of friends...
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low water empty bottles
child thieves wearing masks with baptized horns employed by what calls itself a remnant of a failing government executioners waving impunity, standing at attention with raging power, unstrung cowards, furnaces...
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Tabled Lotharingians and Belgian Salt Coroners
under the piles of a Petersen grab condemning the authority of saints here we will conjure the difference of an American mouth grating prayer birds that did not dismiss the...
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Marissa Nadler Mid-Sentence
the maltese doorsteps countering foot petals and tramping about the doorstop-broken kevel Marissa Nadler chalked upon the strumming downstroke midway contestant of parched blue parallel coffeeway feathers singing stolen hymns...
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wretched hillside resurrection in signature stent bar-lines
The wretched and the lonely among the giants of Stater Bros. in hillside falling and calling of San Bernardino and steak knife playwrights tossing the salsa like a dream-line across...