Where o where

Are they dampening my friends’ wind chimes’ silly noises or stuck helplessly in their hairs like cats in a monsoon gutter. Are they in the hands of tiny incompetent jugglers hellbent on forging their own useless and beautiful careers. Are …

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Man walks into bar.

Man walks into bar. the police blame the bar wallpaper, small window, the low mist hangs alcohol fumes climb the walls where dead men run a tab You think this is a joke said the ambulatory anus A haze of …

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Boobs Are So Random

Man walks into bar.

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each day I am bird glad. hassling the sky as it flies straight and believing my enemies colour blind. I am whistling and hooting the air into moulded proper shapes (even now.) one startled day I will inhabit that kind …

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