Spam Poetry: #2
Tomorrow I venture into the ocean cave. Remember when we killed ten bears with nothing but our hands and a set of butterfly knives? Too …
Tomorrow I venture into the ocean cave. Remember when we killed ten bears with nothing but our hands and a set of butterfly knives? Too …
The next generation has never heard of Friendster. Consequently, the next generation does not get your jokes. The next generation has brighter shoes than you, and the next generation …
The night before I left I entered an elevator. I. Flying upwards into space or pitching downwards, it’s all the same Midway each dream the doors open: Everything stops. Suddenly the decision …
How could we bear to live here then; These large green lawns spilling into curbs, winding roads the flatness of it all strip malls, Kohl’s, DSW mailboxes at the …
Prologue: We have always compared ourselves to ugly ducklings. I. After the swans had surrounded us we headed home Grabbed bicycles and adjusted helmet straps and got back on the …
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