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Concept I
I circled the neighborhood several times as it neared evening, watching the bestial masses gathering onto the street, each endeavoring to find some way to find their nut. While deeply disgusted, I was nevertheless intrigued. I envied them. Nothing bothered them, nothing occupied their mind, nothing except their next meal, next sleep, and next fuck.…
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Prayer of the Meek
“Oh Father who art in Heaven, our most gracious and wondrous Lord, we beseech thee to undertake the destruction of our foes, and may our foes find themselves worthy of thy wrath. Smite them oh Lord, and may they by thy hands be smitten, and may they, having been the subject of thy smiting, be…
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Lightning
Foreboding clouds gather above me As I stand tall in youth and envious vanity Coveting the power of God, spiteful of destiny, unbounded ability Suddenly, struck down, smitten by divine fists on the shoulders Blows of God’s wrath rain upon me, the scolding chastisement of Nemesis Turned away from Faustian destiny The truth revealed: Lie,…
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A Review of “Dog’s Day Out”
Dog’s Day Out is the latest literary masterpiece crafted and published by the enigmatic Deli Isle. In this wrenching romance, the eponymous dog sallies out to an establishment seeking to purchase various goods. Driven by his desires, the dog then peruses the aisles of this establishment, pondering the wide and varied selection of refreshments. The…
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Dog’s Day Out
One day, the dog went to the store. He was hungry, so he had some chips. And he saw to it that they were good. Then he was thirsty, so he had some soda. And he saw to it that it was good. He craved something sweet, so he had some candy with his soda.…
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For the Grain Elevator
I think about your marvelous stature, your towering windows, how they overlook the southern railway station and the canning factory. How, from your heights, one can overlook the southern neighborhoods past the Yelshanka river. And how from your windows, men crowd, intently watching the horizon. From your heights, the barrels of many machine guns simultaneously…
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Pretension
To write is itself a gross declaration of a deep pretension. To write is to declare to all, “My thoughts are important! So important, that I must export them from my mind into the minds of others. My thoughts, my wondrous thoughts, are to good to simply be my thoughts. They must be everyone’s thoughts.…
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