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by
Steven Adkins
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ashes, crumbling dust, and the dogs caper, along will come the
piperette throbbing thru the damp, cool air ‘twixt the melon
trees. And the kids won’t ask but follow, in pairs, wafting thru
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slackens.
But the memory of her solid presence lingers, and I imagine that
and cursed the clouds. Some but a quiet few to be sure cursed
God, and only the most sullen cursed his mother.....our big fat
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back here and suck me?” “Sure” he says with a mercurial smile and
decks the navigator. “Why’ncha suck me” is our secret code for
Oh capitaine my capitaine!
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We were walking down a long and winding road and oh, what a
perfect way to begin a tale that will tantalize and shock you,
As I sit here and recall I cannot help but swat away the memories
right I was running away!), their crossfire red and blue arcs
sizzling about my head while a sitar sang, and always those two
gin a day, I’d think I was goin’ nuts or sumpin. Already the
that guy, that 20th century guy, what was his name? USA Today’s
been jabberin’ about ‘im ever since the Omnibus Terrorist Act got
Please don’t think me mad dear readers, whoever you are, but
I have seen things that could turn the strongest into gibbering
remained vigilant, and I can tell you that the over-the-hill fear
is real, and that the hill is in your head, and that a true
shameless histrionics.
renegades you read about in WW2 books who avoids his enemies and
My luck couldn’t run out and I was called Mr. Korea by some
penchant for opium and I could get you the best synthgreen in the
popular. And, just for the record, my dick was so hard I could
Kettle Trick it was dubbed by ladies and a few boys in the know.
her skull, but generally speaking, I loved her very much and was
glorious moments. So one day we were walking down the road when
it happened, that mad event which set the whole thing in motion,
the thing which has turned gentlemen into shameful lunatics and
of the flaming descending upon us from out of the heavens and the
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Have they taken all the fight out of you? Do “they” really
even exist? How much longer do you think you can go on like this?
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The outlines walked across the reedy fens, a cold mush like
gravy ‘tween the toes as the silt is kicked and the minnows
the overall ambiance like that one flower of loveliness midst the
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stands judging you, with contempt clearly evinced upon his brow.
bloody? What with the Alpha Centauri project and all....I just
mean to say that someday “we” won’t be the fitter of the parties;
shit being sent back from Mars that would blow our fuckin’ minds
had to offer the world, and if he couldn’t take down Ace Stiflip,
well end all human life as we know it. Then, perhaps the rumors
mistake and instead lead us all down into Armageddon fuck them
I’ll send the motherfuck into destiny. Llammasu Gregory was all
runonsentencesascameinfastdownintotheblindspotofStiflipperpetuals
steel umbrella it falls and the soft powdery liquid over there:
his most untidy suicide. What a puss. His boot stood poised over
SYNDICATE to just step in and take what might as well be the Arc
seemed playful.
chest, to be sure, but one borne out of the living earth, the
rocky strata of the planet crushed into the many fractured stones
The flash from across the room allows the easy luxury of
the Western Frontier and all its wonders exists for you to
explore in your own virgin way yet to ignore it and allow others
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private F-16, Ace Stiflip thunders thru the blue heavens firing
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of the one who had me removed from the big-top. I guess she’s
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Class D watering holes which promised much from the air, but
who’s trim pubic forests belie a dry and withered cunt. Pardon
the harsh speech, my dear, but out here we tend to lose our
must find water or all we have worked towards will be for naught.
Who’d have thought that one of the basics, the easily overlooked
madly in the kitchen, the slop shop with DNA moldering in the
rubbish bins and lymph all over the fridge. We cannot stop the
fight must resist the urge must hold it all together merely by
beleaguered and bent into the dying wind, a hard concrete slab
with the green pole against which her strained form huddles;
she’s good kid, a naive kid, but strong and with the potential to
know things, really know things with a “those who know don’t
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sadness and hurt of this woman, the girl called Chrystal Kelp
otherwise dealt with, who gives a shit these days anyhow? The
believe two parties run the whole damn thing and those who don’t
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bushes and grunted when he brought it down over his knees with a
damp crack. The forest was his refuge, the fire he was building
for the cave he had devised with a WW2 trenching tool (a small
used once, folded into an “L”-his uncle Stimes had held by the
bullets and “upon a head had sunk it deep,” a crimson gash like a
jellied haunch of ham, and then the gray brain, lifeless face so
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lil’ lad he’s swingin’ with these days. Perverts. One grenADE and
isn’t it? Like claps recorded in digital sound, I play this part
have died believin’ that the lord or their country was on their
“sin” not “wine.” General, you obsolete fat hog, bedsore from
the lord.
party, probably with yer wife in the next room while you drunk
all if yer gonna cry about it or even better, if you can handle
the stress associated with it, turn the gun on the madness. The
things you treasure most are the most dangerous, all that is
Without love it’s true the world is simply a vast and empty
mirror. Without love my left arm ends in a stump and my legs are
probably find it erotic. I’ve steeled myself with S&M and gettin’
pissed on--go ahead, let’s do it, takes two to Tango so they say,
handed. “Jack” liked that the warp of woof for “left” in Italian
was “sinistra” from the Latin “sinister.” For some reason unknown
pentagram has two horns exalted, that is, the “legs” of the
with Satanism. Some lefties suffered from the stigma well into
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way, have left the building, as it were, and the static rages
not so much from its actual voice, if we can call it that at all,
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lit and at best spongy soil. Usually hard, unyielding turf with
to eke out...
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toppling one another naked and perverted. Not love, but love
sick.
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the stupid female. Gawd how this new kick gets to me sometimes,
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That’s what they tell us at the preach and the teach and her
apron do have that smell and stain so that I jes’ really LOVE!!
Pop-me, oh, he reall hard and strong and I LOVE him so much
sits by his side. An’ Ol’ Tof is there, all like one big flowa
BOOK?
bumpy ones like at the preach or the teach. I LOVE it when we get
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to play with our thingies with the bumpy ones for the preaches
and the teaches. They give us LOVE!! We make them happy with us.
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thru one “Señor” Korea, hog-hound tooth -- thru the hands one Mr.
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and kept at the front desk of the hidden complex 12 stories below
and then three lefts. They’re just future-rust and the lichens on
thin, wearing gray suits and carrying thin attaché cases. Their
script give only a number best not called at from yer own phone.
A barbaric ritual
Gary lay smiling at his own jokes in his bed. In his left-
toyed with his semi-hard penis, fingers working their way up the
hard to its’ fullest extent, when the tip would throb and swell
FIAT”. Cinzia was her name and he’ laughed when she told him
that. “Fiat Lux!” he yelled and sprayed cum all over her chest.
visibly damp and musky. The scent began wafting around the room,
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remembered one smell like it, its weightiness, not its actual
perfume, back when he had been walking in the summer night and
had been overcome with the smell of oleander, swirling about him
like tongues of flame riding the air currents and updrafts. The
Her eyes widened and her gagged mouth managed to gasp as his
penis gave a sudden leap and doubled its size, one stinging surge
ropes which held her to her chair began falling about him,
oleander night.....
in simultaneous orgasm.
sunlight burst thru the overcast sky and burned the pattern of
chest.)
drag her cat area and induce the petit mort, an exposed cheek of
friends and relatives more than his own so that his very
him.
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hour outside of Oaxaca, but this is the sky, and the city. The
patterns are set for it by great pits which shoot columns of heat
into the air along which the Zeppelins are magnetically pulled.
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A scream and a shout are not the same thing. And there were
both, in spades.
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electricity. “Well, they were the ones who voted down rationing”
onto the cave walls, the younger ones among us revel and proclaim
don’t really start workin’ until their gonads do, and then it’s
such a friggin’ mess for a while you gotta let the testosterone
become men, responsible and strong--the Keta word for this rite
is FORTITUDE.
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Downright gruesome. No one knows from where the word came, and
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soon-to-be ex-wife)
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warms my cold and hard soul!! Gawd. Marching thru the city
jingling like an elaborate spur, they look to the door and window
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mouse feet, his fingers inserted themselves into the proper holes
for the removal of fluids. “Jack” was such a badass drunken poet
he simply went up and stuck his dick into one of the elongated
shriveled up like an old red balloon. One of the lads went up and
pinched their tight little flat asses and insulted them to their
named Joe Zaragoza, whose original claim to fame was the creation
made the cows glow in the dark. In a place like Mexico, out in
the rural parts where the roads are narrow and there are no
lights, and no fences to keep the cows off the highway, the idea
looking and going “moo.” Saves lives tho’, nobody questions that.
the alleged benefits which are said to arise from its application
laboratories can’t beat the eyes you can make for yourself at
home).
that one must cultivate one’s garden must one sharpen the mind,
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Because you pay the machine in gold for a worthless tonic. But it
takes what you give it freely, and like our toughie, sometimes it
system really, but a lot of fun to toy around with for that very
like loneliness and the inability to come forward and show the
mind behind the games, to forget fear and fight the fear which
gripped you when you went away to college and you puked and you
were so nervous, remember? You didn’t think you could do it, but
you did, fairly well, and have continued to this day to learn and
you that all the characters herein you have come to know are the
blend in.
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Time and space have thus been conflated into what is quite
it is that very other they despise, and seek to cut out. The
form, meaning, and the idea of the self; they seek to dissolve
She purchased the brushes and paint with which I create this
waiting....for something…
into cans,
reaching a small
plateau
future references
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soft-hard canopy and the camouflage of fur, the wispy pilot sits
conferring with himself and his tables. The pilots were called
the screen. This was appx. 13:23 e.s.t., on 5/18/34. Capt. Marvin
Farquar.
languidly bitching....
patina--he ate his bearers when the party ran out of food, played
‘em against one another and literally stabbed the last faithful
Robert Smith whatta hero, lookit’ his bulging crotch and melon-
backed rump! Lord! Get that man some sort of decent codpiece
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before I’m forced to blow my load right here in the commons and
indifferent looks
above.
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Someone during the night had gone for a white man in the
shadows and was let in through the heavy door cut into the gate
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his need for identity papers but the sick American lay semi-
reckoning the young man wanted him to take his things, to avoid
them were when this whole business erupted. In any event, even if
ill.
with dim dilations of time. Sweat ran off her face in giant
rolls.
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man.”
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weakened tones, then he lay down calmly and slept. Adid then
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thing which tantalizes and draws in unto itself that which passes
Nunca mas.......
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touch yet which would not be pierced, only glob and resist like
can stand another with the bitter voices, the grinning devils’
the Prime Mover and all reality ever is less than instantaneously
the numbers and destroy the reams of cardboard which bear the
of your leaders and followers; we in the dark just sit back and
damp funky.
ourselves and beg for a violation of the skin suit, to know the
twigs over my knees in the forests, where an hum and a grunt were
Chrystal Kelp, that most appealing visage of all that you desire
nose.....
farmer’s way...........
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skirts of Hefty bags and nylon rope. They communicate with the
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nostrils, etc.
The SP got to them here as well. You remember the SP, who
or “Mr.” if you prefer; we all know about the resulting war, the
ancient eon endgame which shattered the windows and brought the
aeroplanes crashing down into the suburbs. But you see, there is
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EVERYTHING!!!!
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He was a nice Jewish kid with wide eyes and one of those
little boy didn’t push a hoop along with a stick but did have his
count the months, years, spins wildly out of control, and the
the Christians, our timid shadow tiptoes out via the little used
for those who are only now emerging from their so called
dirt-crumbs spider webs in the corners, the light yellow and un-
endearing....
young Jewish hero dreams at the sky, looking at the stars as tho’
at the bottom end of a 70mm movie screen, the sky distorted along
a flat plane when it was meant to jag the jig like the best
the curried smells emanating from the pyrefit where the lamb
codpieces and thin robes which keep out the sun. Harem girls, who
end up clad in less, dance for us, slipping away with the
monogamous.....
STOP!!!!!
thyroid disorder....
becoming, tensing.....
The hoary air and the soft cloud scudding along the flat
frozen lake of the sky with a silence that chilled, over moon
atmosphere.....
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a woman and tucks his cock in between his legs and imagines being
with lots of slang terms and say “whaddaya” and “shaddap!” just
charming; among some circles, it’s even vogue, and many a yuppie
his ass for what one witty pundit called a “great bloody good
lumberjack saunters over to where you lay tied up and rams the
extremely sensitive hand, could tell you just what it was you’d
Capt. Willard Curtis had gone amok, playing King of the Jungle
with a rabble army of renegade Idrag Salar; we’re gonna kill ‘im!
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What are they singing!? Sounds like it’s comin’ from the
head, that most disturbing vision as she lay next to you on the
clear, only there were four eyes instead of two. You swallowed
hard and laughed, looking into them, and of course you met them
all; you finally had to turn away and grit your teeth into the
pillow. And still there’s that singing, the steady vocal humnnn
this kind of music when you were young, remember? You were so
young then and sat in the stairwell when no one was home and lay
overturned and the rag carpet is damp, a slow fly buzzes thru the
suspended dust caught drifting thru the frame of the light coming
your arm
your arm
your arm
your arm
this droll death-chamber; you are a sick pig, and I’m ever so
head into a Janus-shaped knot! Goddam if I’m gonna take this shit
bit grim; they sing the same refrain yet veer off into a singular
groove which turns into a sonic cascade which reforms at the base
into a calm pool of call and answer.....is that why you sat in
respected voice cuts into the music, a prose voice. It reads from
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turmoil. The priest lets everybody know the same words can
express their individual concerns, and he’s the one reading them.
their arms splayed over the backs of chairs and their tongues all
a-loll.....
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The old man sits fishing beneath the witty bridge the locals
and rot.
a single eye stalks her; she senses but cannot be sure, cannot
see; in a clutching flash she has her basket in her arms and
heads toward the back door, crossing herself with a creole phrase
onto the floor, where a small fire burns with black smoke and
absorbing the fall, shit squirting out the top of his tight
the crystal palace. The fallacy of the glass house lies in the
Yeah, talk not of shimmer but of core, hard and impersonal, the
offered and accepted. Disaffected white male gonna blow his top,
Shit squealing with the diametric leg, the moon amber and
gotta have it, and the driving madness that awaits the next
going completely insane until the roads turn to dust and leave a
beyond the stars with his version of a hearty laugh. We all knew
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After the heavy dawn and the extradition beyond the Eastern
inner face...
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drawers, gripping dirt with their tongues for the heck of it. A
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few notes regarding the freon leak at the brand new school: who
gives a fig! Let the lil’ bastards die. Can’t stand how those
started coming at the dog and I went out and he started coming
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small charm around his neck dangles in the form of a sextant, and
flaxen streets of the conspiracy of man, the junk heaps and the
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the gutter!” I pointed to the street and gasped again, this time
began pulling off his face, which seared and tore, gave off flies
and the smell of dead things left to rot in the sun, revealing a
pulpy black cheek, split at the side, with a slug of swollen pus,
those vaunted good looks, that “cuteness” which had gotten him
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holidays and never coming back, tho’ they wouldn’t know it, of
course.
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Like twelve and one, the circle moved grimly over the fen
can imagine and a hundred things more you wouldn’t. The cultists
could not help themselves, feared for their immortal souls too
exposed ankles of the cultists’ grim march thru the very swamp
where the Freedom Fighters had languished so many years ago, some
graphically announced to dead air, owls gone bad, and insects who
don’t give a shit; I’ll hand it to the mammals, they, with few
the Dolphin League, stayed away with contempt and fear evinced
Seven pillars mark the spot, where, the path rises between
dagger the warm blood, all the trappings of robes and waxed
which only serves to prolong and make manifest the slow draw of
Templar: these are old wounds, friend, older than these things
which the forlorn squire brought home with him to Germany, then
muck of the bottom, birthing thru his mouth a tree, a living tree
which took root and died, came back to life four times a year to
ordered.
to reflect...
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He can feel the heat coming on, the summer rising off the
macadam. He looks behind him but the terrain back there has
his recent terrible stasis which had left him stone cold with the
wound too tight and had rushed furiously about shedding calories
careers, but where old people went to live out their days in safe
places where everybody was familiar because they were just like
who were about to leave this world just like the bosom and mama’s
arm are the first assurances that it’s okay to leave the world
cuz the world is gonna be all right. Like a halfway house for
timid people stepping gingerly back into the street after being
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rails of light and thru glass fish tanks whose inhabitants can be
changed with a dial near the aerator: Channel oOne gives you
screaming with a beak more like an eagle’s than anything you had
ocean which defies all notions of natural law and order and the
angles just seem to go all wrong, you blink and start with panic,
the blood pounding at your ears as the lights of the room quaver
and fall to flaccid motions like the rippling beds of kelp in the
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The salty wind blows thru the cracks in the windows of this
and give myself away to the blind and sutured seekers he carries
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lead to roam.
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looks at him with disgust and says: “You disgust me.” She slaps
his face and laughs at his hot glare, it is already past the
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into the future louder and louder until I’m like Shakespeare or
pleased and laid waste by imagining myself with the ideal picture
cannibals of the rural lands and sung hymns with the most rabid
stepping out of the shower her hair dripping taken into two hands
and -squeeezed!!- God bless the fat ones, they give us madmen our
due. You bet there is lots of hate commingled with this impure
invention of “romance”.
upon....
patches of light....
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catch title.
JOE SIXPACK’S
BLUECOLLAR DOG
the moon, howling and licking itself, its hackles like porcupine
differentiation...
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Padristas and lil’ Boffitos as we call still call ‘em out heah in
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and keep up the ol’ ways, and drink the divine actor’s blood at
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ancient bat tower with the hard rocks of guano beneath, the young
man looks up into the blind sun and recoils squinting, he turns
to the ground and covers his eyes with his hand, rubs.
DON’T BE VIOLATED!!
underworld, where the Gurglensh hoot and cackle and perform weird
bodies. Their women are said to walk about naked like animals,
lands....” (Cruz)
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consequences!
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this dying land. Air so dry and so desiccated the land that the
roads have all turned to dust and it’s impossible to tell the
until she withers, a dry twig you can prop about in the pose of
concession and thus control. She’ll never hurt you again, but
neither can an invalid please you, just return the favor, and lay
back with a weak smile fighting off the tunnel vision as you lie
oozing.
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jackets. “That’s what we are” slurs one of them like the drunken
and says “I didn’t get this chemical burn back at Alfez for nada
their own, while the cover government was still believed. Now the
the dank air around them. They had bad vision, and without the
where Gurglensch lurk and lie in wait for the straggling band of
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fear, pride. Whatever you choose to call it, the family turned
upon itself and fed upon itself alone for its sustenance; melted
commune not too deep; anyhow, with the right attitude, these
people would eventually come into the fold, and joined by tunnels
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one, and that’s why we’re gonna have to cut ‘em out, especially
stooges.
straight-up guy, bland but direct, and perhaps not just a little
all night in stinking foreign tongues. But not bad smell, good
that it was flowing thru the air like Kelp, Chrystal Kelp, secret muse
The old bitch is “my dautta died and if we can put a man on
gettin’ ready for it? The future you say? Were ya justa gonna
and engorged on cow meat? What was that, muto? I’m too busy
die or sumpin’.
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straight-thinkers’ boy from the great state of Texas, and all the
bigoted party followers just laugh and divert program funds from
the Energy Dept. and NASA to go towards New Armaments which lie
straight thinker from Houston n’all, it jes don’ make sense, like
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silly-talk, RIGHT?
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his human “mother” (even suckled her teat, how remarkable!) She a
golden true blond, pubes white as snow and get this, not a tan
could state with complete fidelis that she wuz the best lookin’
sure have changed you rascal you. Lain water to the barren amber
fields, did you? Then how about this malicious Horde of Green-
Bellies? Rape and pillage is on their mind but you already got me
complete paralysis just yet. I know it’s not your intention, but
indifferent....
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flutter as she makes her coy departure. And when you finally
the exhausting pursuit, and most ain’t got it. A lot of echoes
and sore feet to be sure. A lot of dead ends and maybe you’ll get
cannot serve us. It is to hear dreams around noon, when she lay
with us proper...
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man calcified arthritic hand I loved you once ‘til you took my
dog away. For such minor transgressions and less Aunty Jane and I
The old man stank of piss and shit, he drooled as he was led
away to the death chamber where the priest would oversee the
and chef.
McGraw reached into his coat pocket and made a finger gun.
make the final charge that would put the whole stinking plan into
from the suit she wears: NASA, revealing a spangled bodice with
imitation wings. At the other end of the valley lay the Antelope
what you are and there’s no question of the ‘what if?’ behind it
existence.”
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Big boss man eyes young ass wiggler and unconsciously licks
his lips cracked in a face full of dry pepper. His hand works its
appropriate. The wind outside blows into the open doors of the
dock, causing forelocks to waggle into his eyes. While vague and
“hard to pin down” big boss man has a solid presence and it
do you take me for a fool? No, don’t answer that; you know how
said hello.
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the eight spokes of Bellamy One teem with the true life of the
the fluids of its’ movement. The rimmers sit languid and pilled,
heat, Bellamy One. Big boss man sheathes his Buck knife with the
these the slums of space. The back alleys of a closed circle. Odd
a load. We got morality still and big boss man or no, he done
wrong. We jettisoned his ass last week, watched him pop in the
void....
was the best of the lot, its action was good and the fore-grips
responsible for my own shit and since that Martian ranch depended
on gettin’ fast c’s and bulk at that, I spring for the best, see,
then I can’t get set back down the road by a late-breaking line
stupid for my trouble; it’s the desperate ones I want, the ones
songstress soft and wicked, the preternatural son and the natural
wung; has J.C. /+/ won?) A long tower. A long tower with
the clipboard man and the man with the rifle and oh Inanna! The
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Like, see, some folks think this the beginning exercise for
phrenologist whose bumps are facial tics and scraps of mud on the
and delicate aural appendage. And what about the hair on the
Doyle, did he take the time to mention these things amidst the
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“That is the most idiotic thing I have ever read” she told me.
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The fine young man wiggled his way thru the throng
air was full of eggs and butterflies; the Cardinal was here for
Anger in his eyes as he made his way, the fine young man
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developed save the muck trudge and stinking death. The scars of
the wars run deep, no longer does the infantile speech of our
changed. The white tower has been ransacked its dark shadows
will die for our misunderstandings. The fine young man wears an
exempt.
question was paring away at the cobwebs and thick girls rowed
from within....
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intelligent species.
THERE IS NO END