Overstimulated

Empty benches line the sidewalk and the lights above them flicker like a screen. The windows across the store fronts look like darkness. They don’t expect the rain to show up until the end of the week so the convertible seats all sleep out under the moths and bats. Power lines make more noise than […]

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At The Moment

Storm drains, covered in thin blue spray paint lines, don’t look like anything but senseless tangles. It gets forgotten about while drinking all the rain off the asphalt, and is never cleaned by anything other than what it consumes. Clearing away fallen branches that tear through gloves and into skin. Making the path back to […]

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As It First Starts To Run

Unfolded ash covered paperclips scattered across the coffee table, leave traces of themselves long after they’re gone. The other night in the hectic daze of the crowd her heart had never beat that loud. The bricks on all the buildings fell to pieces. Annihilation for entertainments sake. They all believe the world is fake, and […]

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Wishes

She says she’s never been anywhere, and kicks the pebbles as if to kill them with her sandals. Old tools, like belt sanders, absorb the entropy of dying neighborhoods like black holes eating up light. The drugs dissolve her sight like the sugar in their coffee mugs making everything collapse like poorly stacked cards. Breaking […]

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Wings

Demonstrating half remembered techniques for the uninterested, and watching ants crawl around raisins dropped on the concrete. The build up over time sets a pace that cannot be maintained forever. There are secret levers in the machine that we come to as rewards for our time in the clockwork. Which would mean that all our […]

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Awake

Corrupted intuition echos off the earth like the last clap in an apprehensive applause. There’s a rock that looks extremely close to a perfect sphere, resting at the edge of a cliff, and everyone loves it because they’re told to. Strict rules are enforced without any explanation of the reasoning, and on Thursdays they watch […]

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Katana And A Yellow Bike

Broken air conditioners hang out the windows above the alley. There’s a kid cutting up plastic containers with a samurai sword by the dumpster, and there were two others standing by waiting their turn. A girl rides past them on a mustard yellow bike with handle bars as green as pine trees. She spits her […]

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