(no subject)
RIP DANIEL
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And now I bring the greatest text message of all time, delivered to me by a wealthy Arab man of 24 by the name of Nasser, in regards to his absence at our party of last week.
"The good morning
that we regetted
not outlandsh to
the attention the
good morning i
descend many for
that i was in haifa
because of a
disease i is a two
rulers outlandish
for jerusalem
nasser"
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Today a bee committed suidcide in my apartment. He plunged headfirst into my pot of boiling pasta and water, thus ruining my dinner and my mood.
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A poem
By: Amy and Ben Fink
there are eighty pound weights attached to
my arms, and cats are gnawing at my
unclipped fingernails
upturned garbage cans leak repulsive
juices that swirl around my unshaven
ankles
my head leans back, snapped neck, and my
nostrils flare with cabbage smelling perfume
ben's poetry does not work, he thinks it
does, but it is far from working, right
now, in this moment
images popped into my head, painting them
in words, as amy writes about ideas with
no tangible images attached.
ben is an arrogant prick
and amy's pants are ripped right where the
thigh meets the mini shorts
mucus has invaded my chest, my lungs are
saturated, about to burst with the smoke
of so many nobless cigarettes
and the coughing old secruity guard at the
supermarket, pats down my bag, like a
pedophile patting a twelve year old boy's
ass.
-AmyBeth