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Isaiah Jones vs the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) A Chapter Concerning the Albino: A Legend of Dead Eye Polly Ovejero* The word on the street: “… I come from out there, and everybody out there knows, everybody lies: cops lie, newspapers lie, parents lie. The one thing you can count on – word on
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Isaiah Jones vs the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) Showdown in the Castillo del Morro: Sex and La Petite Mort: In the Age of Consenting Adults pt 1 of 2 “Why can’t I get just one fuck? Why can’t I get just one fuck? I guess it’s got something to do with luck But I
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Isaiah Jones versus the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) ‘Epilogue American Woman: Raw* “When You Grow Up, If You Still Feel Raw About It, I’ll Be Waiting.” -(Bleep Bleep) Epilogue American Woman: Raw The name on the mailbox read The Spears family of the City of Pasadena’ a google search listed a 56-year-old Pricilla and
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Excerpt from novel Tramp the chapter TRAMP: ‘Trying to be the Shepherd: New Year’s Day 2001’ “The truth is, you’re the weak and I am the tyranny of evil men. But I’m tryin’, Ringo. I’m tryin’ real hard to be the shepherd.” -Jules Winfield Wake up, Son, we gotta get back to the room to
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American Woman 1999 DMT (part 1) “Don’t come hangin’ ’round my door I don’t wanna see your face no more I got more important things to do Than spend my time growin’ old with you” -Lenny Kravitz Monika’ Elisabeth Whittaker didn’t have any female friends, but today she’s trying to set her best friend Aaron
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My Goth Name Is Becky a Blues poem for Sarah Vowell. I sing the suburban American girl electric blues. I sing the red haired, white skinned, blues eyed girl bottom shelf vodka tonic ice blues. I sing the suffragette, subjugated, suppression blues. Harmonic wail of the locomotive steel slide upscale dive bar blues. Twenty first century
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Drunken Muse Date Raped: Gives Birth To Out Of Wedlock Poem Tonight the poems come Like the girls who fall over with their legs in the air. Sometimes the poems come quick as a school boy on prom night Drunk on sweet wine, another sordid stain Added to a rented tux. It’s like that when
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Tell Me I am… “I know it’s pretty. But, I didn’t take it out just to get some air” -Requiem for a Dream Beautiful. How long have we starred over the edge of the abysmal end, two disembodied ego eating eyes mesmerized forgoing everything we know of nothing? We have secret carrion cravings and bestial
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Dreams of Impermanence She is trying to bend A silver tablespoon With her mind And a man to her will. Whatever he was When they met it was Not enough they have Grown in different directions. One has grown older The other has grown up If he will only genuflect Worship me in prayer. Celebrate
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