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Gavin Garza Will Have His Revenge On Fresno

The fires that swallow up the silent mountains are yours The floods that drown the deserts and the valleys are yours — Lingua Ignota

We Each Drove a Car with a Paper License Plate

maybe my car could spot yours

At a Nail Parlor, One Afternoon

tiny burrs stirred up— this velvety arousal

bitch doesn't even begin to quantify

an old friend is getting married

I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER HOW LITTLE I MATTER IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS.

sometimes I think I could live in these empty boxes, curl up, close the tab on the whole world,

Our Grill Dad, Who Art in Barbecue Heaven

Scholars have uncovered shocking new evidence of a gross mistranslation of ancient texts which could shake the very foundations of religion worldwide.

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Nothing by itself looked wrong, but when she looked at it all together it just didn’t look right.