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Named

They said you were Aphrodite, when they found your face washed upon the shore. They saw the curve of your cheek and the angle of your jaw, and the curl of your hair, and named you Venus, named you Beauty, … Continue reading

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Even I think this is stupid

The pattern of a breakfix life is simple: Wait. Watch. Wait. Watch. Wait. See. Flinch. React. Panic. Flail – and in flailing, possibly hit the broken thing and render it useful again, or so un-useful as to be replaced. Lather. … Continue reading

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  1. StarNinja says:

    When all else fails… flail!

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White Noise

Rising sick a tide of anxious bees pollinating worry inside me like a field of roses surrounding the tower a buzzing reaching for the bottom of my tongue like it will not let me make words only a scream that’s … Continue reading

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Stolen

These aren’t my thoughts and dreams. I catalog a list of sins and hopes in blood that isn’t mine, spilled ink to paint every page of my life. They scream through me and I cannot harness, cannot tame, cannot rein … Continue reading

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  1. StarNinja says:

    A crippled imagination full of holes is pretty imaginative. Gotta say.

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Every Other

Like knives, they come up like knives, and make you wonder if it’s worth it, every other up every other down and every reached-for hunger, every spire, every pinnacle — it isn’t the valley that kills you. It isn’t the … Continue reading

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  1. Trent Lewin says:

    That’s just visceral, Jones.

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