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oh, goddammit

A Poem by Francis Myerick

now i never get to find out how the end goesi have to be one of those kidsin the plastic wading poolsif i ever want to knowand what if you die, who's ..

we still talk

A Poem by Francis Myerick

i know this sounds gimmickybut last night i had this dream thatmy mother beat mefor snorting coke, and thatex-boyfriendish said he loved me,which felt..

i'm a fatty, and doppleganger week is f*****g me u..

A Story by Francis Myerick

monday, feb 1.

i have no responsibilities

A Story by Francis Myerick

The cats like to sleep in my room during the day, probably because it's warm and sunny. Lisa doesn't: she sleeps in dad's be..

i'm hungry today

A Story by Francis Myerick

friday. jan 22.

i almost made a list

A Story by Francis Myerick

saturday. jan 16th.

here come the lifegaurd, i'm drowning she looks sl..

A Stage Play by Francis Myerick

prudence might be lost, it's hard to say with any certainty; and it's hard to say if cat's can stand the cold. noelle just hides, and we thought prude..

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A by Francis Myerick

i don't like the word "mixture." it creeps me out. "combine the low fat mayonaise with the prepared mustard and honey. add sliced ..

bumble bean

A by Francis Myerick

the reason it couldn't work out with michele and boone and ...what's her name? alyssa? who gives a f**k. is because i'd be like, third wife. and, ..

my life as a twenty something robot

A by Francis Myerick

i've spent the better part of the past sixty hours in a military entrance processing station signing over the next six years of my life to the united ..