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*** Your watch becomes redundant, a hunk of nothing ticking off what’s now meaningless. It’s always now,..

*** A sentence has a steady dogged heartbeat; the unsteady tasked to toil its steady beat. On all fours and chasing madly, two..

*** The string is wound tight, tight, tight, and then you hurl it hard, one end of the string wrapped around a finger. ..

*** I could go swoon over the super blue moon but that takes so much energy, push up off the sofa, go from here to way ove..

*** Bridge abutment sounds funny to a sixteen-year-old drunk because it has the word “butt” in it. It’s n..

*** I was cursed with just enough muscle to be unable to earn big bucks going pro. Ten wasted years inside a daydream. Time ..

*** My lunch pail bangs against my leg as I pull open the door to the cafeteria and allow lig..

*** Blue is my favorite color. I like the zoo. The zoo is filled with blue. An orangutan blew out his brains. Too blue..

*** The superintendent of schools liveson a one-way street that leads to the high ground where consciences..

*** The day the duck died it was drizzling. I tasted it on my tongue. Feathers taste like water with life squee..