Tuesday, February 24, 2009

week two

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i've recently been having a hard time getting over a girl,
and it doesn't help that i see her face wherever i go.
i see her in the crowds at school,
i see her at the grocery store.
i see her in the line at the bank,
i see her at her dentist appointment.
i see her when she's eating with her friends,
i see her at her yoga class.
i see her when she's getting ready for bed,
and i see her when she's sleeping.
how do i get her out of my heart?!

trav clark

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the wind never dies

the unimpressionable soil implied sincere
and while reality was effectuating proliferation

the seed's intention's seemed so clear
but a seed may bloom or burst without explanation

vacant offerings can often puncture foundations
earth can only accept what the seed puts forth
a seed protects with self-restrictive limitations

yet these rarely manifest a sprout headed north


the earth sat patient and the nutrients came

the rich nature of the soil will not cease

if the seed would just fall he could do the same

take root, or don't, but the earth you cannot lease

different seeds may come and find shelter in the earth
while the desired seed needs this soil to produce its birth


lauren swainston

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IT'S OPPOSITE DAY BABY!

dane cannon

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post-teenage waste-world, literally

my mind is made up. literally. "higher" education. i am a wage slave. literally. a table servant. i find my role rolling. literally. my bike tires need air.

archaic aim sold for ambivalence and relativity. all sales final? literally.


figurative mansions in literal shambles. literature literally litigating life.


my word is my weapon. polysyllabic machine guns? literally? or only literature-ly?


i got a fortune cookie that said "you will soon bring joy to someone." if that's not literally true then this is all a lie and is meaningless; a waste, just like the numbers on the back of the fortune. a quantifiable waste. literally.


the end

(post text): if this brought you joy and you are someone then the fortune was true. immediately change the title of this post to post-teenage wonder-world, literally. (or waterworld if you're into kevin costner. underworld is another one too right? who's in that one again? just change the title to post-teenage movie-world either way that's more appropriate. and take out the "literally". this is the 21st century, who reads anymore now that harry potter and twilight are movies?)

ricky cheney

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when i was a wee crawling baby,
i loved to explore our backyard -
and eat our little bunny foo foo's poop.

emily haglund

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silent killer


slipping on the ice

is probably a lot like getting cancer.
the world is fine,
and you're looking ahead.

then what has been lying -

invisible,
waiting to strike,
finds its opportunity.


and you're out of control with your eyes closed,

waiting for the pain.


that happened to me this morning.
not the cancer, just the ice part.


austinrory hackett


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if some


my friends all say that one day
they will either move to portland or new york
but i would rather just live in provo for the rest of my life
and work at honks and take night classes at byu.
sometimes i will go to smart cookie if it is still open
and i will always check my ldssingles.com account
to see if anyone has flirted with me.
you can't really do that stuff in new york or portland
because they don't have smart cookie
or the internet

chris duce

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on little kids' pick up lines















recently my beautiful little sister came to visit the class i teach.
when she met this wee 5 year old romeo, without hesitation he said,
"wow! i like your face."

megan morton

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garbage pail kids de la casa del footloose

rory bruggeman: snory boogerman, scary boogeyman,

whory booberman, gory bloodeman

chris crosby: piss poosby, priss prudesby, christy boobsby

austin rory hackett: awesim crack'hit, tossin' gory hatchets,
lostin thorny thickett

sam gray: flam b
ée, scam play, scum tray, damn clay, lamb hay





















chase mcmillan

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the consumption-communication complex

clearly the worst experience in the world is listening to peeps talk while eating.


the synchronous speak & swallow, the concurrent crunch and comment, the mutual munch and mention—each dual act an ungodly abuse and violation of agency.

the struggle of sound waves to escape obstacle-riddled mouths is rivaled only by the child’s toil as she emerges from the unyielding womb to come screaming into the lone and dreary world.


failing to separate consumption from communication represents the condescension of man to the rung of the beast:

like the youth who at the urinal scorns at the prospect of retrieving and positioning his instrument through his laborious layers of clothing, buttons, zippers and chutes-instead surrendering his pants to his ankles-the otherwise respectable human at the kitchen counter slothfully elucidates as he accumulates. let us cease to engage in such fiendish activity, and may the disgust of few diffuse to the minds of all.

bradley call barth

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a day at the office

click click click -- type

click click click click click

click click click -- phone rings

click click click click click
type type type -- lunch
type type type type type
type type type -- facebook

type click type click...
...how was work honey?
productive


rich curtis

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alyse bitty hair

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currency or you're the only current i see

current motto
-future druggist of america-
the key to a steady urine stream is in my hands

current initiative
-flavored saliva as a genetic modification-
the key to kissing your way to a flawless mate

current ensemble
-bottom grill plus shirt of a man-
the key to an unabashed, solitary weekend night

breanne, a.k.a. beez, a.k.a. jazzy

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shimmy shimmy shake,
keep my moves safe until i wake.
my pop and lock, my body roll,
even the ones ain't got no soul.
and in my dreams i pray i might,
groove with j.timberlake tonight.

meg stratton


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march

to support my friends,
i won't eat curdled fluids,
unfertilized young.

colin pinegar

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