December 2011
6 posts
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The Housewife's Ransom
It smells of mothballs - the launderer soaked it with formaldehyde, those possum-grinning teeth clasping the fir collar, the stiff neck, like bleach and pressed in attic dust. Emerald cuffs with silken lining of russet, gold, and buttons to match the grit. It is the zealous after-massacre of trips to Africa, on airplanes with a surplus of of space for Chanel - heels and pearls and feather combs...
DREAM COLLEGE ACCEPTED ME :DDDDD
Music
Dubstep
Battery Acid to the ears.
Thesis
The sentimental generalization of songs listed on the Billboard Top 40 cheapens music in conjunction with the homogenization of other consumables.
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Another Pie Metaphor
Mind the recipe.
Forgotten ingredients
produce half-baked pies.
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In Which an Apple Pie Contemplates World...
The bastardized apple pie stewed in its spoilt air, contemplating world domination from the corner cabinet, between the pilgrim salt and pepper shaker and the blender. Sprouts, like fiendish minions, spawned from within the pie crust, thrusting past the inner layer with hunched stems and withered grey leaves. Morality rots, it thinks; virtue follows.