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“Thus, realism was not an attempt to authentically capture reality but an attempt to use art to mimic it so effectively that the viewer would be pulled in without thinking about it” Patricia Aufde...
I'm Not Bad, I'm Just Drawn That ...
drink another glass of that aborigine liquid the pulp of my virginity tweaked to inebriate you made fresh from the juices of my fertility served to you, alas, as you wished, always you inconspicuously become cunning beneath thoughtful eyes and...
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I walked up to you on the street, but you couldn't recognize an old classmate. I've always had trouble knowing the difference between breakfast, lunch or dinner....
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Your Friends All Suck...
just nostalgia and physics: one p...
The shore of the turquoise lake disguised as beginnings thick and fast—men ninety years old stack rocks four high—a forest of pebbles on the frame of perfect color—never mention—pictures in black and white here are all on pu...
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Various explanations can accommodate I was scared of all the pilgrims—sleeping on the pretty side of the sewer—words about origins seem perfectly alright— praying—talking about the spirits on their faces—clean airplan...
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And her: I don’t think your neighbors would assume it’s raining. And he: those guys are drunk scoundrels. And her: you look terrible, you doin’ all right? And he: you didn’t even notice when I made my picture you and me. ...
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The region of the sky above the clouds has it’s own dark horizon. Our books have manes, which is to say salving moments as they brush by. Stuck at sea, this sea of callow milk and dancing lines of tan robes, which is to say ...
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The grasses that come with my mother’s picture are Tibetan and uncertain and they cant do anything but wait to get on the plane back to my country and I had to ignore the wounds because the monks asked me to in backrooms covering...
Give me a dynamic and I’ll give y...
Mom[1] [1] Random letters rarely produce words that make sense. Neurons cut through the vapor, “no, go away.” Stormy sessions drip past the levees, “if we bury it, they can’t find it, deeper into the forest, run, we ...
Eternal Return—limited edition
Let’s count these feelings[1] and if we find 3 degrees of background radiation I will alert my dentist and he can alert his secretary’s sister they have been sleeping together in the back of his Pontiac on Mulberry St. every Monday and ...
Static 001 (EP): Extended Review ...
I met Mario Zoots before having any idea that he was involved with the cottage-industry Drippy Bone Books. Mario's complexion, precisely combed black hair, and his/our shared affinity for pugs make meeting him like reading an autobiography of yoursel...
The Last Lobster of Summer is Gone
For your enjoyment: A short script about treachery, love, friendship, inter-species coupling, and burgeoning alcoholism, all set against the harsh backdrop of a chaetophobic dictatorship and starring a giant, anthropomorphic lobster.The Lobster ...
An Unplanned Rant Of A Lost Perso...
It's a restless night Can't Don't Want to go to sleep So I think I think about life, avoidence, among other things God, I don't know what to say This is more of an unplanned rant of a lost persons thoughts...
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