week six

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...someday the ice will melt to reveal its dead.

regan fred johnson

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they say that time plays upon the seasons with god at its helm
others say that winter's fate is controlled by a groundhog.
i'm going to go with my instincts on this one.
punxsutawney phil, you rascal you.

rich curtis

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dictionary.com blues, march 22-29

it is feckless to us to feign a velleity of meeting, continuously avoiding propinquity and pithy talk. osculation is its own thaumaturgy, and we are changed. get over it.

chris crosby

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indie

the new vintage is 'future'...
american apparel is the future abercrombie & fitch...hipsters are beggining to scoff...
anorexic is the new indie...
bi is the new indie...
making fun of indie is the new indie.

erik fullmer

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dear conceited coworker,

just because i called you out on being an obvious creep who does chin-ups in our office doorways, eats nothing but eggwhites, color codes his work-out work attire (i believe today is purple?), and hits on every person with boobs in this office, does not mean that you have to cry in your pants and ignore me. or maybe it does. i don't really miss your one-liners.

sincerely,

anonymous

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i wonder who decided that those big inflatable balloons that don't really resemble humans "dancing" were genius marketing tools.
i wonder how much of a car dealership's budget is devoted to them. i wonder how much money any one person has made off of them. seriously.

sara thomas

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one call, that's all

once a week i end up in the bathroom in the middle of the night
on the phone
with my attorney
and i'm like, "i'll sue you."
and he's all like, "you can't sue me. i'm your father."
and i'm all like, "well then give me back my childhood!"
and then he reminds me that he was a stay at home dad and we did everything together while i was growing up
and when i get off the phone
i go back to bed, but it's not the same
cause i can't seem to find that comfortable spot i was in
before i needed to make that phone call
and the drool on my pillow case
is already cold and gross to lay on.
i miss college.

chris duce

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homage to the dubious

exogenous, androgynous me.
the hair in the sink alone is self-evident.
"of what?"
get over yourself. you're just a hoax, your wit
an insidious malady.
remember that rather poignant slap in the face?
your own brother.
"i detest all that is paltry, all that is cruel."
just how auspicious or ominous were the tears?
through osmosis
i've become what i hate.
i don't need another remedy.
don't cure me.
there is no paragon,
no panacea.
i need no savior, no rescue boat.
the storm is never as voracious
as its campaign declares.
"and if?"
if i drown before i wake, i pray the lord
my soul to.. to..
to free.

ricky cheney

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yeah right

lauren swainston

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whatever

colin pinegar

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this week; or, the anti-cancun

5 days of school
workworkwork
7 hour mcat prep class
no babes
spring break '09!!!!!!!


it ended quietly

he always imagined saying something memorable at the end,
something that his children would carry with them
and repeat to their children in a bedside moment.

but instead, the last thing he did before he died
was notice the leaves outside his window,
and how when the wind blew

they would cross back and forth over a beam of light
that hit his wall through a slit in the curtain
and make a bright spot fade in and out.

"it's like morse code,"
he thought to himself...


two new haikus for you

visit

why are you surprised?
i've been talking of coming.
well, never out loud...


first thing

save some juice for me -
i need it in the morning
to kill the sleep taste.

austinrory hackett

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miss spelled

i am lying here in beded in my pillows.
i think i sea a see monster.
here it? their it is, the water.
ewe, just missed her tale.
know, i was wrong.
you aren't hear.
no eye
can't see i
lost what i had with you.
you tolled me
no, your leaving.
now. i'm back.
and see monsters.
i maid it up.
to get you to
here.
to sea.
that i like
you steal
my heart.
this is what i put myself
threw out the night.
tired of playing this
role over and try to sleep.

aly cain

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