my soul is stored in my scent like swimming pools: Sonnet by Richard Brautigan

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the ghost of

for the wooden hand sanitizer post

Oh wooden hand sanitizer post, standing tall at the edge of the tile floor You offer so much more than sanitized hands masterfully constr...
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Theres no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going Theres no knowing where we're rowing Or which way the rivers flowing Is ...
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omegle spymode

omegle.com You're now watching two strangers discuss your question! Question to discuss: favorite alcoholic beverage? Stranger 2: X...
I Talked To God On Chatroulette vol. 1 & 2

Volume 2. There is a three click combo required to move to the next person on Omegle that I use to skip through the never ending parade o...
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On Atlantic City The snow fell like a million tiny skydivers without parachutes. Waves were small, but clean. Oceans. The word...
short critiques

"the face of the clock was clean as the numbers bled to the floor and onto my guilty hands... I killed time." -Amy Sarisky, Sa...
six thirty to nine

It's six thirty P.M. while I could be Trout Fishing in America. I look into the front row, otherwise known as "the art section...
thinking about an authentic experience

I wanted to go over to my black neighbors house and say, "The titties on your snowman are too small, the ass is too big." Now I a...