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Stigmatic Affection

Dreams of a center column, cracked leather and nicotine stain. Fast forward: another town, another city really, color television burned to the afternoon game. Tight foyer, space torn from what bank stands derelict. It's Thursday. I'm ticking off on fingers …

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Ytterbium, the Haunted Element

Deep in the photo-ecliptic of every broken, discarded toy there resides an almost Nietzschean will to overthrow the tyranny of percussive dreaming. Dispersed in sewage grates and dumpsters the remnants of our childhoods crawl slowly back towards one another, jagged …

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Pork Toy Ploy

Why is the peg foundry running. Why are the trees imbibing mascara so that their beautiful limbs trail like rotting kelp in the heavy rain. Why is the king supplying condiments to the tables of the least prominent industrialists. On …

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