Your kick was powerful and it was very challenging to change your diaper. I actually felt this kick when you were in my tummy, which made me think you were a boy.
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Words present us with little pictures of things
So how is it possible to mean anything you say
I feel like a circle: perfect in theory and impossible in reality
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A series of photographs are tacked to the walls of this abandoned apartment in the heart of the projects. It looks recently vacated, empty except for a blood-stained pillow. The floor is marked by a fresh ring of soot from a campfire but where you might expect to find discarded cans of food, there’s only a small pile of stones. Someone’s parted the dark curtains which reveal a view of the nearby polluted river. The pale sunlight drifts inside to frame these pictures of K.M.
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yes she is very cool yes she feels as soft as a baby lamb…
man everyone i’ve dated has been such a stupid disappointment…
we’re all gonna die so you can stick your greasy finger into as many dumb pies as you want…
He could close his eyes but not his ears. First the downstairs neighbor, a mechanic. Then, the sudden barking of a dog next door. He was reminded of the busy street a block east of their bedroom window. Things far away seemed just below.
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How to Not Be a Perfectionist
People are vivid
and small
and don’t live
very long—
On Friday, people sometimes get the fish sandwich. They’re either repentant Catholics or they are just ... Read More >
dick-b
one of the algorithms helps me meet you
another helps me find more grape flavored candy
it begins at 00:36:56
i have a second factory visit, with Mao xoxo
hopefully i can die with a conversation about the vacuum
in preparation for mass consumption
Sustainability
Nothing to eat except the same flora and fauna, brightly packaged, colorful, like a clown’s face, and you have to choose, read the ingredients, set the time. Outside, querulous birdsong. Diesels struggling up the hill beneath a colorless sky.
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Yellow Snake was my best girl at the Mona Lisa. She was not the first girl I picked. It was my third or fourth visit there.
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C O L O S S E U M
I am sitting in a café with my right hand up to my face.
My hand smells like fresh laundry.
I watch a muffin go by. A baby swats
with his fist, dumping a lemonade.
Everything you see
is an ad for something
you can imagine
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