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…MARCH MIGHT LEAVE…

[Response to: Slithering across the green slime…]

reptiles impersonating each other under the moon. slimes swimming in acceptance of their own mortality. this is what he was with subterrestrial rats and alligators a united front. shimmying as response to turtle fantasy. boots squashing in sewage line dance. kicking to bust a gut. fourleg frolic when alligators open man-shaped jaws. improbable, rank, disappointing boats. sad murky face.

the kremlin stifled a yawn against a brick backhand of nostrils. it had been days since such figures of guts busted populating. a figure so busty you catch it with a train from a prairie. the train was hitting something and it was too damn big to stop.

you know how they’ll write about icepicks again and again and again . protect us. project protectiles from icebergs in the shining sea. revolution and all other things that die in a conveyance. each other under the light shining from a manhole. margins margins like glowworms from a harrow plying.


…R.I.P. DAMON…

[response to: I am not afraid.]

When the Monsters find my notes…

…they Invade my mind!


…THAT THE WAY THAT IT COMES IS LIKE A WOOL…

[response to “The weather is unreasonably seasonable…”]

Thicklace inmemory carpent. Lakes the thickhurts for awhile then name of tree with gypsumname ofgum oftree hold there. Heave trackslow phototon arun.

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Halp meetsern urninit should lackershake to see. Lackershake tosee.

[read the response “lace inLakes“]


…I WONDER WHY IT DIDN’T MELT BACK INTO YOGURT…

[response to “sweep eep epe eeep eep eep chirp…”]

I pick up a container of hummus on sale and bring it to the check out. I’m behind two couples, one old, one young. The old couple are buying a rotisserie chicken. The young couple have a cheeseplate and a bottle of wine.

The cashiers are all dressed in ugly Christmas sweaters worn without any irony. My cashier has been working here for as long as I can remember. She is tall but has a girth to match her height, and wears too much blue eyeshadow. Her hair is teased and sprayed into a beehive, and her sweater has bells and pom-pom reindeer leaping from the gold button line that marches down the middle. I look up and down the line and the other check out women (they are all women) look the same. I feel like an alien.

“Merry Christmas,” the woman says after I pay for my hummus.

“Happy holidays,” I reply.

[read the responses “The standard protocol is…” and “The weather is unreasonably unseasonable…”]


…EXISTENCE OF THE OUTSIDE WORLD…

[response to “inces+an+d”]

Do List

– Run hands under water (no soap)
– Smoke break
– Cereal out of the box
– Smoke walk
– Stimulate
– Smoke another cigarette
– Smoke break
– Think
– Skype conversations preferred to Facebook chat
– Slip through the ins and outs of the lens of truth
– What am I doing tonight?
– “i just wanted to show you what i’ve been up to”
– Play with the precipice of ideas and wrong ideas on a clarinet, and turn the vibrations into words in an attempt to express what I’m thinking, but it’s very difficult to interpret and I may have gotten the first question wrong so none of it makes any sense from the start
[read response: “I don’t smoke…”]