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*** I’ve heard it said a million times: I’m not 17 anymore. It’s said as a half-a*s joke by old folks be..

*** Alice peels herself from her bra with an LSD-like rush of relief, with a sense of freedom that sags as she glances..

*** Loss is measured in three/four time, an endless unforgiving waltz. Sackcloth and ashes create the gowns; vaults..

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*** Chipping away at the resolute desk. Aristotle sends best wishes. Four billion sedans tipped on their sides. ..

*** In the sky champagne glasses fill with stars. Satin-wrapped comets drag radiant cloth tails. Bubbles beget bubb..

*** No one knows where they come from those little dots of mauve, rhizome clones, lovely but unwanted, prie..

*** I’m forced to hear your music when you play it that loud. You don’t need to shout to get my car ke..

*** The sun comes up sugar. My day starts out feeling broccoli. I have to be downtown in two hours. The escape of freedom’s ai..