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CRISPR Edit death Out of my cells So I can be A vampire of science * Spirits stream down my cheeks Searching for God Forming an ichthys p

You ever sat and just thought about it? How The Thinker statue is dripping his baloney onto the rocks, his toilet heaven [A Rock to build

To My Bullet You were always there for me. I kept a gun underneath the pillow. I never killed anybody, but you made me safe. I always...

Scent The car was a Volkswagen bug painted almost joyfully florescent. Yellows and greens, peace moniker still in tact. Understated we...

retro games that kindle nostalgia for a childhood i never lived uncategorizable music released in countries that no longer exist made...

The geographic center of an onion oxygen boils anti-memoir questioning hollow snow covered a loom in darkening compact , pounce:::::...

She’s in the passenger seat of my car. I haven’t seen her in weeks. Barely even heard from her. And now here she is. In the passenger...

I am pink in the image of no maker I slumber in the intersection of life and dreams My heart burns in peaceful necessity And the long hunger

to be seen through the eyes of a page  if the eyes are windows to the soul,  then the page is a window to your eyes Written, rapt...