rabbits
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Breathless and Sweaty Here on the Sidelines
Adam, is this a printing error? Had McSweeney’s beard-wild intern left notes in the galley? A literary rabbit? A muzzle flash? A clue; smoky fingerprints — whose? — left marginal? An entropy? Oh, I see!This affect-italicized ho-hum — pop, pop, pop Playing volleyball with her quote.
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>And then The Explosion, Flames Ripping like FISH HOOKS Into The Sky
> i am not afraid of telling youthat disappointment cut me,(but i am afraid to say your name)You, snoring and moaning: a logloafs incontinence down a slipperyhill, and i am nothing but a bald witness these sights and sounds, the pastel palletpushes electric east then wild wind westas i shake my head and daydream, “will you…
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