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Don't Eat Paint Chips Or Become A Poet By JPR
"Hey, is your mag open to submissions?" I run a daily unless the voices tell me not to because they want to party. "The mag i...
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I want to live forever as a talking head in a jar like Nixon does in Futurama, except, I’d rather not be carried around by Spiro...
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But the pain knows not an intrusion of verse. Strangled is the falsehood our lives unmasked perverse. Its deadline’s communion I guess I ult...
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“Loowee Loowee” red headed Bridget was singing it that way through her cigarette at a basement house party in the dangerous 8th grade where ...