Month: August 2025
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state house fairground
I crossed the bridge into the desert, time accosted me like a fortune stolen, robbery-smiths nations come alive with the driven monastery alliances of firearms of misery of millions. Come...
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The Rushing of Seconds
the rushing of second helpings left dilapidated by nominations for a nominal portraiture of cast handcuffs in roles of stymied chorus verses like the sand of second hell’s beleaguered equatorial...
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Jane Jacobs did draft chiaroscuro taunting landscapes for common divorce
northern trotter abandoning soft skin dorsal mates en tangible, where the children are grown, having left the carpark bench, I do not know how to subject this ardent space with...
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When Dad Lies About a Failed State
A failed state is a partner in crime for the portion of the population whether they admit their passions or not A failed state gives them opportunity to curse the...
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Margaret and her asbestos gods
alters of birth and rain cloud dust when given names are admonished like scare-tin wedding maestros giving a shake of hallway calendar wall there the dust migrates to shelter from...
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What a joy not to be touched
Memphis memories like two weeks away from the station, pomegranate juice and filet mignon on a George Foreman grill in the bathroom of the bed and breakfast, with the window...
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A compass to England in wasted plaster weddings
Mocking the cotton webs like satisfied calculations of a dirt weasel redeemed on parts uncertain with parts of curtains washed by hand, swabs away from inhibition, sways in a dusty...
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When Gabriel Was a Woman Who Gave Me a Name
Earning dance-frabjous daemon synchronous compositions like David being robbed from the grave to be dismembered by the women of arch justice appealing to the lost, “Do you hear the sound...
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The traitorous ambassador and his murderous gardener stopping tanks in Virginia streets
The traitorous ambassador took his murderous gardener by the hand softly and they stood in front of the tanks. Alone they intimidated the commander of the forces on the streets...
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Between the páramo and cold Georgia nights
Processes of lambent rescission pleads docility where Viridian Metatails scatter the páramo, instilling charm into the otherwise criminal staples of homes and buttercream stand-offs graced by today’s lost journal-smith pleading...