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The sun filtered in through the small musty windows of the classroom. The room was old, the dark wooden floorboards smooth from passi..

I brought it back to the garage in a brown paper bag, (the one from my food). I held it close the whole way, it did not weig..

It spoke to me, just now. It told me many things. Things I don't want to hear. Here, it speaks again, again. --Listen. You weren't ..

I found one outside of the gas station once. It was odd, a tiny ball of fur and feather, a fleeting life held firmly in my hands. ..

There are spaces in between notes, tones to rest your bones on, crawl up and rest there curl up and sleep where the deep..

Tarmac like an ocean, it's insubstantial like my wallet, and my tank. If I were a ship I'd sink into that long deep drink, th..

Tonight I'm sleeping in the alley. It's not what you think, it's not because I don't have other places, home bases to rest or requ..

The pear sat perplexed in the pantry. His life was just sitting, patiently pretending he knew more of the world. So the pear peere..

-Tuesday: September 18th, 2012 10:19pm- John Henry watches a man in his bus window. The callus face does not seem to mind his int..

He pops pills of essence, his effervescence captured in a capsule; he's high on himself filled full. Like tiny plastic figur..