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nervous little boy screams like a vampire. time does not unravel in you, you destroy time. "...here is my finished product; a whole universe carved out of a piece of shit."

Imagine this, she said, for this is what it is to be in love. It is as if you have been tumbling down toward an open sea for your entire life and have only just discovered that you can fly. And with that she pointed up to the grand cumulonimbus clouds above her head, to a deep expanse of blue, and I saw what must have been thousands of people with their arms wide, drifting on the currents of the wind.

Once, I forgot my limbs. I left them downstairs because I was in such a rush to get up to the second floor. I didn't even realize my legs were missing until I was halfway up the stairs. "No matter," I thought, "I won't need them for a while anyway." Only when I tried to reach for a paintbrush did I realize that my left arm had done just that, and the right away. Again, I shrugged it off (with only my shoulders) and went about my business. My business is rather unconventional. There's no elevator in my office building, because I work from home. Thus, forgetting my limbs downstairs would be, as you probably assume, a hassle. And, well, sure,

Georgie Porgie threw an orgy      just outside L.A., where Jack Be Nimble grabbed his thimble,      outing him as gay... Little Jack Horner bought Time Warner      before the bubble burst, though Jumping Jack Flash saw the crash      and liquidated first... Jack said Jill was taking the Pill      to ward off impregnation; the Three Blind Mice have lobbied twice      for victim's compensation... Little Miss Muffet had her tuffet      liposuctioned out, and L

[an unperson poem] each time that I left you found me more appealing 'til your face was just a shape I'd create in the white specks of my ceiling but memories fade and our soft paint is peeling with each graceless mistake it flakes and falls revealing an immense lack of faith and feigned lustre concealing cracks in our foundation and the baseness of our feelings grown faint like a fate I no longer believe in... [and epilogue] (I once hoped we might ignite but we don't don't don't don't I used to wait on your return now I pray you wont)