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Elephant Zine
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Putting mystic drunken scribbles into the hands of unsuspecting pigeons all over Chicago. I found this on a site afiliated with something called the Humanists of Utah, when I was looking up why hamsters eat their young but got sidetracked when google autocompleted my sentence with "why can't I own a Canadian"? I thought this was great and decided to share:. Dear Dr. Laura:. I have tried asking, but most women take offense. Lev 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided ...
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Vaguely Sacred: November 2008
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008. Nobody knows anything except. When you're high and sleep deprived. Or the sweats pouring out of you. The rocks crumblin in the fire and the smoke. Going up your lungs. Mother mitochondria feasting on fish flesh. Each foot hitting the sidewalk square in perfect unison. Like people in boxes. Laid out against yr backbone. A fire lays itself out against the sky. Every time the earth turns. You find a map on the ground and follow it. The moon howls into your throat and the trains.
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Vaguely Sacred: more pages
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010. Fear of being watched by a duck. Notes from a metal memorial. Fossil on a Paper. I know this fear of being watched by ducks. January 20, 2010 at 11:49 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Vaguely sacred and profane. Entrails on the table. Chicago, IL, United States. Dont hide the madness. I dig happenings, scribblings, mystical wondermeat. View my complete profile. Electronic transport messages from space! Fossil on a Paper. Sinkin' ships since '88.
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Switchback Books
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Marisa Crawford's first collection of poetry evokes The Breakfast Club. Praise for Marisa Crawford from Denise Duhamel. Marisa Crawford's The Haunted House. This book is a marvel. This house opens with a skeleton key. We enter and find false floors, trapdoors, and surprises in each and every shining poem. In Marisa Crawford's The Haunted House. If heaven was a house, what bone structure." It's scary how good this is. These poems are sticky and tough and glossy and romantic — coded love notes passed...
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Vaguely Sacred: July 2009
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009. Chicago loves you like that pigeon embryo squashed on the sidewalk below your backalley balcony,. Smellin sharp of fireworks, chocolate, and sewage grates when she tosses back an old style in the pink. Morning as she loads up the meat on the truck, spray-paint scrawled brickface shinin with dirt and smoke,. Rollin up butts stolen from hotel ashtrays, ringin her helado bells and honkin 'er horn at the mad basstid cabs. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Vaguely sacred and profane.
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Vaguely Sacred: April 2009
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Friday, April 17, 2009. When the saints go marchin in. We should be tripping,. We should be running our fingers thru paint. Or blood, i'll untie my mouth, silence my fingers, we should escape, whatever happened to the revolution? 160;unbutton eyes, the aching lung, where is the pizza? 160;the stomach pain always, draggin rocks in stomach and cop eyed the jameson on the el train, back seat, and smiled. that was tite, who are you? Paper airplame ribs and slack jaw. Do you remember that at all? Like a pani...
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Vaguely Sacred: October 2008
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Friday, October 31, 2008. Its a grey not a bla ck. I am satan i tell the boy. Yr mother was a whore. Monday, October 13, 2008. Dreaming of cockroach swarms. Kissing a too-small mouth-. I couldn't find my hands,. A shadow house,. A burnt pot,. You asked me why the curb was so high. Saturday, October 11, 2008. Green line to harlem. White cops like bacon beacons. Weary eyed train peakin. Thru haze, brilliant chicago. Always beautiful, everywhere. To the four corners. Sun up, sun down,. The gong fades out.
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Vaguely Sacred: March 2009
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Monday, March 30, 2009. Joker: Intake Interview (excerpt). D: What is your earliest childhood memory? D: do you have any very positive early childhood memories? D: how was school like for you? D: so you never finished school? I pursued independent studies. chemistry, military history, the theatre- i have a PHD in french tapestries or something.my memory of those years is a bit.fuzzy.ever since the narcoleptics. D: any medical concerns? Wouldn't know. don't have insurance. D: have you ever been unconcious?
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Elephant Zine: Immigrant's Address: Cervantes Women
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Putting mystic drunken scribbles into the hands of unsuspecting pigeons all over Chicago. Immigrant's Address: Cervantes Women. First, an explanation:. Hey guys, as you probably know, about a year ago we said we were gonna put out a 'zine called Immigrant's Address (where are you from? These are the first exercises.” My mother watched her sisters do them. 8220;You’re doing good, Jennita. We’ll get you ready for your first day of school.”. Smart Indians would be a nuisance,. Smart women might be worse.
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