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I’d like to get a full body tattoo of everything that’s behind me, cuz then I could always be invisible.

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Roses are red; Violets are violet; I eat canned bread, And you stockpile it. I bought this ad space, On your receipt— I know it’s a place Your keen eyes will fleet. You were almost my wife, Binder-wielding beauty, But … Continue reading →

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This newly unearthed document suggests that American pop music of the 60s was a widespread and conscious effort to co-opt the music of the Third Reich, a theory long held by experts in Rambling Unintelligibly in Nursing Homes. Billboard Top … Continue reading →

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Ode to Pinkles Pony of Spring Sky-wish I may, upon thou buttocks, Pony pink with long purple locks, Standing there, image on skin, And fly away with yonder equine kin.   You know no boundaries of feminine delight, Woulds’t thy … Continue reading →

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A Band Pros: -Shows our reverence for the far superior The Band, who had every right to consider themselves the only musical collective. -Self-referential. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it’s totally “meta,” but yeah, it’s pretty “meta.” … Continue reading →

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Waffle irons are the opposite of regular irons, in that they give texture to something that is flat.

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I haven’t been wharfside. Nay, not since the storm. The storm done changed things, y’see. Done changed me. I want you t’listen close to my tale, boy. Because what that storm done to me was somethin’ serious. Y’see boy, the … Continue reading →

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1) “Have you read any Marcel Proust? I’ve only read halfway through In Search of Lost Time, so I feel like that’s a really big gap in my literary knowledge—Oh you wanted to know if I killed that guy? Yeah … Continue reading →

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The Park Set amidst the backdrop of leafless trees and an overcast sky, the park is a great place to remember that one moment you shared on the swing set this past summer, just a week before she started her … Continue reading →

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Peter Chang, the world-renowned pianist, sits on stage beneath a glowing spotlight in the center of the Metropolitan Opera’s stage. It’s a sold-out crowd, and they’re all here for him. He smiles nervously, and tightens his tie. Behind him, an … Continue reading →