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“Punk 2 Ashun Marx” by Richard F. Yates

Slathering bilocated dispatch prank Routine inactive pestilence Midbrain rombus hyper extension Volume controlled muscle bomb asymmetries Lifted alchemical radiator hatchling Tempestuous motorcycle onboard mystery Numb church bill topical hysteria Entrenched plumbs over filament rations Ovation aviation ulceration nuclear operation Kneeling … Continue reading

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“Empty Spaces” by Charlie Centipede

Empty spaces Full of junk But empty nonetheless —Charlie Centipede SUPPORT INDEPENDENT FOLKS WHO ARE JUST MAKING STUFF BECAUSE THEY LOVE IT!!! https://primitiveentertainment.com/ https://primitiveentertainment.com/read-a-damn-book-list/ https://primitiveentertainment.threadless.com/ https://www.redbubble.com/people/richardfyates/shop https://www.facebook.com/richard.f.yates/

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“Rhythm” by Richard F. Yates

Words. Words can work for me. Words work hard, so I don’t have to. Words are like silent music—and I need a beat. Word beat. Hard workin’ word beat… —Richard F. Yates (Primitive Thoughtician and Supreme Bunny Lord of The … Continue reading

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“Fragile Conditioning” by Poetrybot 070 (Licensed to Confound)

The red, red rose of nowhere Climbing cactuses for a better view Chirping with delight and indifference The climax was missed, hidden in the mist No glow in the Fall… Insufficient data Temporal anomaly Psychic fluxuations disrupting proper cognitive flow … Continue reading

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“Until” by Richard F. Yates

Slang is a monstrous technology. A toaster without fixed dimensions. A soundtrack that replays whether anyone is in the room or not. Demonic anecdotes with whipped cream and coffee. Well done grasshopper legs—to help you see in the dark. Keep … Continue reading

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“The Sun is Shining” by Charlie Centipede

The sun is shining and the bombs haven’t dropped (yet—on US) What more can we ask for? How about ignorance? (Would it be better not to know?) Or indifference? (What if we just didn’t care?) Or a new crusade to … Continue reading

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“Lived Too Much” by Richard F. Yates

—Richard F. Yates

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