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Too My Dearest Em (at astronaut school)

Too My Dearest Em,By virtue of being me I'm still here and still known only for my more obscure works, the grass that smells, and the softening effects of light varnish. I might not be included in any of the heavier books that you'll open but when you browse the stacks I will be represented. I've been thinking about you while sitting in a nearby tree. I had to play in the rain without you the other day. It's why I'm writing actually. I'm not about the things that I've done. I'm not about the old and the pious plays that men and women can love each other through. Not when I can miss you more.
Affectionately Yours,
Em
In this group we will affectionately discuss the persecution of such dynamic traditions as teams and their enthusiasts. How they contribute to an ongoing conflict which itself is a necessary component of the new urban economic ideal. How then does this ideal fall short of being actualized? In part it's these symptomatic patterns of null g…

Ecclesiastes (once entropy has cried herself to sleep)

Wait I'm a curator of cultural artifacts too. Wait up please, The mild force in this otherwise diffused exchange waves and waves. Micromanaging and disorganized panderers is what the hands-on seats at the front of this bus look like. That's where the do it yourself crowd like to sit when they hop on. Next stop, Get-Things-Donesville. With their jaunty caps and their garish capes hanging just so. They sit behind the driver like super heroes, signing the Declaration of Independence over and over again. We're going to the apple farm for the whole day. The high branches and the sweet smell of failure is so distant and there's a special teacher for everyone. They'll say, You're so special, Little Special Pigeon. Or they might whisper, You're just a ray of sunshine in this vast space of ubiquity. Some will suggest, Lets pull some of that low fruit from those deeply pregnant limbs. Or cheer by way of flattery, Jump up, yes jump up little darling. But they'll …

We're Leaving into This Terrible Dim (starting now)

Yes-man bootlicker brown-noser toady lickspittle flatterer flunky lackey spaniel doormat stooge cringer suck suck-up - From the Insouciant Songs of Brooding also From the Heavy Heavy Chair I'm awake now, says he. Then he says, I'm still tired but at least I'm awake now. I'll admit it. I'm not ready to stop being angry just yet, He says. I just can't believe that we as a nation have decided that Donald Trump is the citizen among us that most embodies the qualities of this, our only republic. That he's going to be compassionate and strong in the face of adversity. That it can be said of him that he possesses high standards and an unwavering moral compass. That he is a fair minded man worthy of the challenges that these times dictate rather than be confused for a dictator just in time to avoid the challenges faced by his predecessors. I can't believe that as a nation we have decided that when, in the next four years we experience the pain of another mass s…

Suits and games she SD

Suits and games she SD arm in arm Lightly made upon this grass the sweet creme the autumnal gyre She has these dire thoughts of war These buckets for both the waiting and her anxious thoughts Dance away Dance away Dream (re: Games, game, TT, theory, node, parachute and theme Cock said, Gather all thee interns, free experience is upon us swiftly and it can not last. Suits and games she SD arm in arm Lightly made upon this grass the ur signs should be tall and proud. You should be goodly with denim t... Dance again now, After drunk, broken, and hat, hat is much cleaned. Collect and save and be true for your work is free. Then Cock said, Collect and save and be true for your work is to the gentle homage of culture and the office of its Director. So go now, Go and be lunched on the last of these crusts and rinds, and hush. Just wait says Cock, The morning syrup is the dew that runs down my legs length. It's from the femur to my shoe. I’m wearing it now like a gown and I'm out here…

Creep thou loathsome tide

He was going to call himself PrizeMonii but then he got it, as in he understood what it is that's fattest and most special about absolutely everything. Sparkle's always known it's only a game. That's why they all decided, Sparkle, Spaff, and FryDoh were going to be their breakout names that year. After that the whole entourage felt boundless and everlasting. Especially when they were on acid together. When they're high even their heavy shoes couldn't hold them down. So they started kissing on each other back at FryDoh's. But then they stopped the kissing because kissing was too real. It's too too Gunderson, too man on man on man of all things.
They tamped down their woodies and now it's sing along sing along all the way home. Sparkle shivers, the bus is late again. He slides his pen back into his hip pocket and fumbles for the token that he put there this morning. He reminds himself that unlike what Spaff says, all this chunky moss is for growing fat…

Raft of the Spendthrift

So what are the words for this empty shelf beside this open scale. These are patient things like a framing device or a clock that's ticking when it's time is moving to gone. Clarity purge and the fix are all old enough to ride the tongue of this sweet beast. Following us as it is with its glowing sheen and the many many rusty gates that're jabbled into the flanks of it's soft flesh. Thief, turncoat, or pilloried obstructionist they all plead, We've done so many things, everything even. We've seen you before. Oh the shame, Oh spare us the shame. There's paper below my watchful eye and beside this gabled porch. Paper for the flames of the Good Friar. Torn and left beside the wooden bench. The bench complains beneath his ass. The Good Friar says, Near to every dear and bidden piece of it but only once for every penny turned. Worry the lark of this gloom, It has no home. As this weather blows so the trees will continue to hang at or below the distant sky out th…