Prometheus’ Daughter Invents Lemonade

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My dad gave me eighty dollars for new textbooks. I used it to dig your grave.More

Failing, Failed

Failing, Failed

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Tonight love looks like burning worms and black smoke.More

Goodnight FailArmy

Goodnight FailArmy

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There’s a “best falls ever” compilation on mute. All I can think is this is the fucking life as a man jumps onto a trampoline and falls through it, keeps falling through the earth itself, forever, his whole body eventually shattered into nothing by the core.More

Really Getting It Going

Really Getting It Going

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They were really getting it going at the Duncans’. Going at it presumably as hard as good people felt they had the leeway to go in the presence of children.More

Marionettist

Marionettist

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When questioned, Blac confessed to being an artist, claimed to have loved his victims, which he considered his creations whom he desired to preserve in a more perfect, permanent state.More

Exit Plans

Exit Plans

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A dead man’s bullet holes leak feathers that form a vortex under a police helicopter’s rotor wash, making the scene resemble an eerie snow globe.More

My Condolences

My Condolences

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After I heard Carolyn’s brother died I figured I should buy her some flowers. I mean, if my brother got high and fell in front of a train I’d want some flowers.More

The Milltown Diplomats Athletic Club, Summer of ‘42

The Milltown Diplomats Athletic Club, Summer of ‘42

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“Dago,” Bill said, what do’yer think?”
“I think I’ll put it in the creek,” Vic said. “Don’t you worry your pink cheeks.”
“Eat shit,” the pitcher said. “I think I’ll put it in your mom.”More

Blue Moon

Blue Moon

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There was no reason to take it. No reason to stay and no reason to leave. She would wake in the blue dawn light and know that he was gone and that he had taken something from her which she would not get back. Maybe that was the reason.More

Username Game

Username Game

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It’s a sorry-ass way to go through life, being sorry that you take up space.More

PETER MOUNTFORD

PETER MOUNTFORD

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All fiction is very much about time. But we have awareness of only the things that have transpired in our own lives. Our memories are deeply flawed. So there is a kind of dream machine that’s taking place while you’re trying to explain what you’ve seen in the world and your imagination does get involved.More