week fourteen

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chola

earlier in the week
i was pretty sure that I needed to go to the doctor

i could just sense it

but the doctor was on vacation, in afghanistan,

searching for religious documents,

and by that i mean his copy of the bible that he'd lent to a friend,

so i called his colleague
who's my uncle, but
he was at the family reunion i wasn't invited to,
so i started watching an episode of gray's anatomy,
cause its a damn good show about the body,

and the cast is brilliant

it reminds me of early episodes of three's company

and a little bit of batman forever

so anyways, i ended up passing out and i just woke up a few minutes ago

chris duce

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i want to be an actress.

and vegan.

and cool.

and ill probably just end up being a waitress.

and fat.

and awkward.

amber dobson

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double meanings

i've long been warned that girls
will not say what they mean;
know what they want but claim
to want some other thing.

when saying something rude
they're flirting half the time,
and if it's something nice
their true thoughts aren't so kind.

but hid between the words
are clues (some hard to find)
that hold the real intent -
the truth inside the lie.

so what, then, is the hint,
the message i can't see,
in this last text she sent:
"please just stop calling me."


story #3

this is a story about a processing plan in wisconsin... puppy goes in, meat comes out. pony goes in, meat comes out. dolphin goes in, meat comes out. kitty goes in, meat comes out. baby elephant goes in, meat comes out. the end.


picking up megan; or, i don't believe in 747s

flying buses are
entering and leaving

the airspace of
salt lake international.

somehow amidst this
denial of reality

arrives megan morton.
she seems oblivious

to the fact
that she arrived

by some form
of black magic.

austinrory hackett

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valentines day, 2009

as i drive by the homeless man
i notice his sign
"anything will help."

i look to his side to see a
plastic vase with a single pink fake carnation
and baby's breath.

i hate to be cynical, but some people
are way too damn literal.

megan morton

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smooth sheets cover the bed.

knee up, partially folding in

eyes gazing out.

empty images paint the night scene.

silence penetrates

thoughts clear.

character. sleep.

poetry?

a tensive thumb presses

against uneven teeth

and dries together with his lips.

character. sleep.

mark miller

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call center

seated at her desk

she sighs as she qualifies

and swears at poor leads

the day i learned to stand up for myself

when i was little i had this friend named catherine adams. she was the worst friend ever. she was a year younger than me but she was always bossing me around. no one liked her but she was so intimidating that everyone always did whatever she said. she told us that if we didn't do what she wanted then she would have her older brother come and beat us up. one time we were playing at my house with a couple other girls. catherine decided we were going to play sardines and i was it. i hid for a long time and no one ever came to find me. i finally came out of hiding and when i looked out the window i saw catherine adams riding around on my bike with all my friends. i was so angry. i went outside and started walking towards her. she jumped off my bike and threw it down on the pavement. she started making fun of me and calling me bad words but i just kept walking closer to her and when i got real close i pushed up the sleeves on my pink sweatshirt and i punched her in the face! the look on her face was priceless. her nose started bleeding and she told me her brother was gonna beat me up. i told her that if she sent her brother over here then i would have my brother beat up her brother. so she started to cry and ran home. and i laughed out loud in disbelief and joy and complete satisfaction with the world.

lindsay erickson

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...

that wall looks perfect from upside down

my boots, tripod, camera bags

both calendars, climbing shoes, ballet shoes

mess of bags

theiveried road bumps declaring friendship

like a picture. it all looks perfect like a picture

except from upside down when the floor

is the ceiling i can see the innacuracies

sarah cutler

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hey, i don't think you're hot anymore...

++anonymous++

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i wore a white dress to church today
and i didn't get asked out on a date
maybe next time i won't wear a dress
at all

breanne chipman

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shark week tshirt ideas

tupac sharkur

bull shark obama

wild sharks can't be broken

chris crosby

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is that a pencil in your pocket or you just happy to see me

the other day I woke up late for work. i had to make a mad dash out the door so i picked up the pair of pants that were lying on the floor. my rushing nerves subsided as I made my way into the building doors and the day went on as any other day. well it wasnt until about two a clock when i was standing by the copying machine and suddenly i felt something slide down my left pant. no sooner did i look down to find a little piece of white clothe peaking out of the bottom of my pant. before i had a chance to examine it any further it plopped out on the office floor. i came to realize that it was my bottom g from the day before and that it had been making its way down my leg throughout the day.

rich curtis

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