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Cadie Coleman hated how the pale yellow kitchen walls mocked her. You're no good, daft woman. Why even have us if all you do is thaw and heat? Yo bitch, I'm still covered in crayon over here! Eat me, said the one with the Bon Appétit poster. Cadie ignored the…
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Pepper.Mixed with ink. Throughline – Commuter spills it. Signs.Used to confuse.
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I am a visitor here. When will the walls start to talk? Lines must be down; a widespread outage. No wonder the stars are burning at 30%. With so little light to go by, the question remains: Will I grow feet or wings, and where would those things take me? I see the pit, the…
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I'll tell you what happens. You decide what it means. Hey, we all say things in different shades of truth to make ourselves feel better. And if you find value in my words, win-win. Yeah? Show up. Just show up is what they say. You'll get a ribbon or medal or trophy for taking up…
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Just when I say I'll get a new lens to look through (in the hopes of seeing something new) a bird (a big one with a 6-foot wingspan) swoops out of nowhere (o.k. – swoops down from the snag I walk by every a.m.) and squawks in my face: "It's like this, little chicken;…
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A one-way fandomThe passive act of dreamspeakVicarious Me Injurious You Reflections make safe idolsA warped and torn faith
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It's going to take years to untangle the knot, so get used to inconclusive results. The words'll sound right but won't jibe with the idea. Or, the idea will feel like a hot poker jabbed in your belly, but you've lost your last coherent sentence. Years, I'm telling you. And you're going to end up…
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You need to spend a lot of alone time to figure shit out. Like, for example, is anything random? If you could hover above a topographical map of where you've been (and where you haven't been) because of decisions made, you'd see little black ants fanning out toward all sorts of possibilities. In that sprawling,…
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Under what moon does Mini's witchery reveal itself? She can't balance her checkbook or change a light bulb under cover of daylight, so when does the trickery come out to play? It's bad enough, when the winds are right, a toss of Mini's ginger locks casts a spell over anyone who's near. Minds turn to…
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Yeah.Love him/hate him.Hype: The Song of Life.Blame fame.Shame bleeds on white sheets.
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