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“Art does not lie down on the bed that is made for it; it runs away as soon as one says its name; it loves to go incognito. Its best moments are when it forgets what it is called.”

chew some moreyou prolong it this is not the least importantfocal point ink pink Disaster. the high waterthe unattended sink rotten chew some morethe taste forgotten hips. lips. it can’t last.pink ink splashed crash gnash cast iron sink this not is what you thinkdistance dark distorts focal point affordspink sink puddles abort.

Since last we peeledThe basement flooded Twice in bed, and stillTuesday’s strips Your fingers, richWith garlic oil, so long since I was not there to bailAsleep beneath the birch.

the long billed birds cruising the break in sevens ascend fishless the long billed birds

someone told me he was hiding he vaguely details his abuse what it feels like the intimacy issues the shrugging arrogance of love someone tells me he is dying on a napkin he inks out the invisible unwelcome suffocating in a dream  he stabs it into his mind’s eye  someone will talk about hope this…

Tuesday Mixtape:http://www.mediafire.com/?vazh5ut33qnomg4

When Dean Young Talks About Wine The worm thrashes when it enters the tequila.The grape cries out in the wine vat crusher. But when Dean Young talks about wine, his voice is strangely calm.Yet it seems that wine is rarely mentioned. He says, Great first chapter but no plot.He says, Long runway, short flight.He says,…