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all i have are these words

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hymn to the scum goddess

an invocation

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Open the Cage Door

I'm on a short bridge, standing on a milk crate for a better view. A tribe of gorillas inhabits the creek-side below. The creek is known as Blood River, but nobody knows why. There is a beat up old suitcase somewhere near... well, somewhere, anyway. There is a

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the garden snake

I. the two boys the garden snake the sun dried wood the long stretch the measure II. I remember on my back my skin warmth above and below fading into suchness the sun III. the one boy the opened jack knife the silver blade (the cutting the blood) the dying

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The Life of Jesus as a Religious Paranoic

glorious baklava, ex libras, hep hey, ad infinitum

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shoes for sale

Write a story in six words...

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or was it daisies?

senryu

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wail mary

from the sacrilege series

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i am afraid

to be alone with myself

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The Clearing

He steps off the path and into the trees, carefully stepping around briars and broken branches. He continues until he finds a small clearing. He looks back to be sure it’s far enough from the trail to be safe – to be unseen.

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Pumiquat

he never spoke to me again. without explanation, i knew how to say the word. pumiquat. it's not what you think. nor what you expect. it's a secret. i've only told you the part that you're allowed to know