Literary
Capes and Cones for the Clothesma...
On a summer’s day, the type where the sun is up from six in the morning until nine o’clock at night, the heat becomes inescapable. The young man decided to take his only son to the park, a perfect walking distance of on...
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Watch heads turn to look at YOUR bodyYOUR BODYWatch heads turn, snap, break in halfWatch as they bow beforeYOUR BODYWe can make it v-neck worthyWe can make you capable:In the house, in the garage, in the bedroomYOU can be capable of fucking anything,...
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To celebrate our savagery and contempt, as well as my imminent departure, we go to the red light district of Brussels for a Sunday night drive. Unfortunately, Juana rear-ends some Moroccans as we get into a heated debate abou...
New Year's Two Thousand Something
Do you want to read a story? It’s just a little something I wrote a little while back. Just wanted some input, some thoughts on the quality. Just read and we’ll see where we go. Perh...
Super-specifiable-general Relativ...
Through the ecumenical extra-uterine paradise of Bernini's Cornaro shoots an engraved reproduction of the Perpignan railway. Like flies on a quantum of action, with the speed and dexterity of incredible hypocrisy, its caption reads: Genius always mov...
Revelations by Gastric Release
Perhaps nothing seems to make you feel more vulnerable, or perhaps more revealing, than pooping next to a friend. The toilet was a hallway, consisting of four stalls to the left, two to the right. Signs on the walls indicate direct...
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Chords In one day, my life went from a note to a chord. The flat pitch of previous years became sharp. The blurry, muddy tone gained much needed clarity. I am of course talking about the day I picked up a guitar, and started teaching myself chords. ...
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They sounded like _________ But they didn't want to be time travelers, They only knew stuff that already happened. ...
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It occurred to me today...
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dead on wheelsthat spin like cranks and run like gerbilsback and shoulder bubblessporatically flitbetween my spindly muscles my tired mind won’t carewhen the monkeys makeorigami of my flesh because it’s all ...
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In the American west there are highways so long and straight that over desert flats the asphalt ribbon diminishes to the vanishing point in the rearview mirror and unspools interminably ahead. The driving is so easy that music is essential to imb...
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I began to have memories that didn't happen to meand when I figured out I was seeing into the future(a revelation embarassingly long in coming)being a child of the internet generation,I wrote about what I foresaw,and I posted it on Craiglist.I exp...
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Never ending knife fights in the nights streets treating people the same means their getting stabbed till they bleed ambulances rush but cant save our foes we dive over the bridges to clean our clothes the holes in their body breathe as ...
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dissection of our chosen election, resurrection of the past thoughts, passed by-me-nots, holding tight to the fear you had to fight to get to the dreams you won't and can't fulfill. looking back, stepping back, back to where it began beginning with t...
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When you don't have anything good to sayit's best to keep your mouth shut for another daybut when that day comes and you still don't wanna saywhat's bottled up inside, what's eatin' your conscience awayit's best to just keep what you're keepin' insid...
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little bit here, little bit there, searching for where you left yourself and why you care hiding in the corner shadows dimming so slightly, growing ancient and aged day and nightly out of use and out of practice too, out of reasons to resurrect the l...
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Rebellion is a force that can reconstruct culture and society by actively disobeying established conventions and instituting new customs which oppose tradition and promote hegemony. Jonathan Kaplan’s film Over the Edge functi...
Camus, Kaplan and Parks: A Look A...
Sam Black 6/27/10 Word Count: 1451 Camus, Kaplan and Parks: A Look At Rebellion The difference between an individual and collective rebellion stems from the awareness attained through rebellion. According to the French philosopher Albert ...
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I dont know if anyone has tryed this but i just did..........mabye i invented a new art medium...if not go ahead and talk......................basicalliy white charcoal or conte mixed with ink and brush..........get max amount of charcoal (stix not p...
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I hate you. In a beautiful way, I hate you. And that's the best welcome I could muster. Love is such an angry word, I use it sparingly. It is the root of all destruction, Thrown about so casually. What is love? We no longer know. It has becom...
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Two elders of the thriving City of Emory, convene at the Live Oak. Sounds of the nearby babbling river add a subtle backdrop to their disputes of urban planning. Slowly a vision for the new metropolis takes shape. Plans for the layout, and for defens...
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Before I begin, allow me tell a story. You’ve never heard anything like it, because it’s mine: My first photo shoot was in-uterus. I walked out of the womb wearing thick-rimmed glasses, strumming a guitar, my middle name...
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I am a demon. Lost somewhere between your cerebrum and cerebellum. Within the splitting of a second, I am alone. Within the splitting of two, she is alone. She measured a cup of confessions, I dribbled them across the countertop. I fol...
Turning Around in Sleep Ridden Wa...
So im going to write this in the manner as if this time it meant anythingI stood so close to the rooftops edge that I did not feel as if I were going to fall, but floatOver the hill to my house we go in our evening gowns and fancy tuxedos like that o...
(elderly lost bones and organs)
elderly lost bones and organs slipping out of natural openings in the body slipping out of new openings in the body the body became too loose, left a trail of tiny pieces through the parking lot ancient stains on concrete stairs to the ...
I fled the convenience store when...
I fled the convenience store when I looked in the mirror I noticed my own lackluster appearance sleeves too long and collar flipped up, the ceiling was falling apart from every upstairs footstep I looked for my cassette tapes in a trash pile in t...
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