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...
Dec 26th
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DREAM COLLEGE ACCEPTED ME :DDDDD
Dec 15th
Music Dubstep Battery Acid to the ears.
Dec 8th
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Thesis
The sentimental generalization of songs listed on the Billboard Top 40 cheapens music in conjunction with the homogenization of other consumables.
Dec 6th
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Another Pie Metaphor
Mind the recipe. Forgotten ingredients produce half-baked pies.
Dec 4th
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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.
Dec 1st
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