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Volume I (pickles) Issue 6

that big sack looms sidelong with

at a distance. What about hefting that around

to rub against,
braced
in the grass.
ever so plausibly, something is wrong.
Their models are painted black.
April 28th, 2006
Their models are dead from exhaust
inside your motives? Don’t sound
Interns look
grabby in the mouth traps anyway; at the new exclusion With diamond studded assholes
just feel it. Forged about the sample touch incoming plastic The CEO won't even lick.
weighted by newsprint
in aftermath. You’ll save a good reputation from Matches are Forgiving
hominid when retainers are retail policy, wastrels stationed
in a statue rendered A seed
if not joyous alternative. More than anything, by foreign aid bled snakes unifies inquiry.
remember the tenderness of chopping
and the mallrats weep This is
is laden with the drain of every moment: malnourished. not mono.
there is a half-ride whenever you look out
My Rubber Company: Part One THE BODY’S
or in another's right hand. The lengthy aperture JUDGEMENT
shorts and, spread out, the etches changing makers of the
rubber world: reckons
like consent remorse balled up on the kitchen what the doctors
dilated lessons of looking at the dimsy
flakes who shit
settlements: can’t suppress.
This is not the vehicle that killed me Electric guitarists,
nor is it an auto. The seams are willing—as long as those against
admiration: the mainstream press
we keep the march of dimes silent. So much all they do is bloats,
devotion will easily dry out our eyes, smile: everybody
in a river of blood
so you punish them. The history of religion lets them, that is longer
NICHOLAS MICHAEL RAVNIKAR is ever delinquent, so that consequently
poking fun
every week.
everyone exhausted the methods of gathering at the naked Shame determines
Grudge its sediment. But we saved this self portraits
every facet
If this ain't the decimal that kills me, one piece, and we buried it beneath the sidewalk. they've done. of the sweep
it could be the one that might. I’d rather not elaborate. Smug lipped
gamblers that muscular
I forget about a dozen receptacle years ago. Cannibalism Lying on the B-Side of waste. laundry man
No one else cumbers & my infants talk.
Of dead takes
smaller parks this arena float across My Rubber Company: Part Two
peaceful limbs in the evening
craving. Cave-ins common round there. the disguising squawk
fragile:
Their shoes are worse than sour dick. as the skin
& capering gallopers result in firm postscript. their shoes are cheaper than salt on his neighbor’s
We didn’t never graduate. Wieners. a soggy franchise their shoes are woes because
of gosling fingers, their shoes are wiping off. elbow
How about we don’t mention aft tightens.
and shear those wholesale intuitions off flattened. That, They got dirty shoes under windows
and pale, Mud clutters on the floor
cuz this sarcophagus means bad luck to the bass
for the rest of you pricks, at least. Like an obscene, dry vomit
they thump Bundled up in little clumps
the primary absurdity description: when you analog will ruin your head their hindsight
is our basic retention say I hate you say I for a job, will toss
of double-bind promises: mean it, because if with insignificant manipulations a ragamuffin their bones
you really want things that never were as sure before in their lives and belittle him
focus on wealth grain to change then you to pleat eyes with suckle on points of honor.
amnita gets polemic have to mean it. I a frail zoology that learns of Herculean secret faults
o them blues again want you to know this improprietarily digested wheels Roughened hair
bad: I only say ripped into flat, lifeless coordinates. in a lilac light,
same sane, forlorn oven I hate you only because Pops jots the notes down
when life flies foul “So long! about a prizewinning
& wails hip will always it astounds me hold Here, comb all-American stallion,
me still if you can it thee claws and there’s not
slay em good. gets easier for those to spread a thing to be said
These elvish sewers who can stand here on my bloated about the plots
name their price, a while & eventually stucco for the dead
we will, we’ll break, muck.” that we keep
scheme bizarre and eventually we’ll tilled and fertile
vanish like it. get down if you hold me Burping is the name of a donkey with grape soda.
onto the pavement Who lives on the edge of a country
together, we’ll do this As we stand around,
The Burden of Doubt In the bleak light of dawn
crumpled sheet music
I swear I will, eventually Her shadow is long, at the buffet table,
I gave up on what you said not to,
started something different. & scrub the blood And when she lay dead it is Wednesday. crushing pills
Suitcases dangling seductively on one toe from our picture in our disposable handkerchiefs
Looks heavy. album from the parts (July 11, 2005 typing November 23, 2oo5 reading triple-sumos
The woman’s inviting black hair of us where ashes fall Two-colored almond pages—really, yellow. in moonlight,
topples me over. To speak with her jaw and words fail and there should only be five lies before rust
& her glass of milk. I will eventually three people to always leave beer cans The Dumb Patients
give in, we will scrub lying around. a girl on a bike screams hate their secrets;
It was a recital. w/ a familiar stench that into place. this ISBN a carnival last three years, don’t be so quick
of the body turning into itself. m’name’s darker than the world, 2x as sweet to believe all their stories
They were gathering in the foyer, “And Now Presenting Picasso Constipated” & I’ve always wanted to be swallowing a tree.) of neglect and abuse.
proving more of a liquid So many of them
clutter than earlier expected. Bye. he enters / sodomizing Equators / the government/ Paid Summer Internship are doctors
impossibly rolling / a Black Lincoln/ She won’t tell who are more
Most of them are somehow more related you / about the last time It seems or less confused
to the ancient methods of sex sleep wz. wide enough to cross the sun that plastic cups —they couldn’t tell
change operation on rough- (grammatical/belittled) at tasteline, / broken elbow / need refilling too; a pillow from a hurricane.
hewn tablets. No IRS problems these days, no. lunchbox hinge the facetious excuses
fluorescent catheter / hung out / bouncing / every have gone too far, The golden-eyed parentheses
If Honey had the candles on glow direction become too drastic. siren from the ground,
in the tint of noon He was stroking adrift, shy, crooked / splintered week It is empty. longing to look
his she-rock beard, puffing they say it is plastic. at the spread on the table
different versions but the shame
Some weights become stars
of it are spoken dangling from the edge
LIPOSUCTION AND THE PAINFUL
& too much of the body of their forks
MYTH OF FETAL POSITIONS although reason allocates hypotheses
is thinking keeps them clutching
to become hypnotic definitions
that without friendship’s lumps their heads
Little parts of each within the systematic puke
the amputated sugarcane and the gleam
space you’re making of singular eating. Breakfast machine.
will actually cough inside, where
from little spaces no guest will notice.
making you into All subsequent property comprises and scare away
each part of space is a recreational series of technological exercises the boys rolling
in mark-off circulation, alternately. a keg down the street
the verge of It goes without saying those bastards’ who, playing off