the burlesque stripping cowboy girl

swings her lasso

and catches a member of the audience

this dog man that i met was a surgical chimera

the dog's body, controlled by the man's head, urinated by lifting his leg on every corner he passed.

the man's body rejected the raw meat eaten by the dog's head with explosive diarrhea.

look

look in the window

he's doing it again

somewhere men are laughing

somewhere children shout

unclear warfare

baby born with snout

hurt
numb
hurt
numb

something tiny entered awkwardly

she could feel the shape of the thing by the size of the crater

bitch bites dog

look
wait

look, he's back

what on earth is he doing?

i didn't say anything because i don't know her

but i need you to tell her to run

say my prayers

a trillionaire reinvents the horse

tortured by clairvoyance

helping hands in america

to the right: storage units with big orange doors
to the left: terracotta warriors
above: a dark cloud, pregnant with rain

mewling and burning with rage and desire

the poor thing, testosterone makes it suffer

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i adjusted my pills,

a needed dampness, a river burst forth from the desert

but his mouth had stopped waiting

ordinary events are tinged with a diabetic quality

three swords in the heart, time in

time out.

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cat food

salsa

tortillas

avocado

tofu extra firm

doctor congo

donkey teeth

a goat for the king

a shot in the brush

you will build a house but another will occupy it

let me be water
let me be water
let me be water

please

ain't nothing between him and heaven

ᶦ'ᵐ ʷʳᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ᵇˡᵃⁿᵏᵉᵗ. ᶦ'ᵐ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʸᵃʳᵈ. ᶦ ᵗʳᶦᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵉᵃˢʸ.

i never want to see you again

the flame caught, caught at last. I felt that rush.

it's working!

it's working!

it worked!

it worked!

not everything is filled with love -

she died the next day
hooray!

poor one-eyed pixie

if i disgust you, be disgusted

the sun still shines on my skin

and the wind still blows through my hair

losing the map

waiting for the snap

mourning the ghost

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ready for launch

the co-pilot's gone

furious, heartbroken, longing, and relieved

big dark thing

a couch in purgatory

buffering

i hate this person deeply and i want them to die

i put it all in a bottle and i'm taking it to the graveyard on sunday

there's something weird in the air

cosmically strange

the full moon is coming and i have to act fast

truce

for now, for now...

the geography of a housing unit

3 bedrooms emptying

and a cinder block

sinking

The Magician's Red Cloak & AmeriCorps