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Father, I’m afraid to pray That the machine won’t start And if it does It'll move too fast I’m afraid these goons Deserve my hate I’m afraid of my towering apathy And how little they mean to me I can’t feel anything I’m afraid this is my true constitution— A disembodied mind finding union Only in fl...

Rocks me harder
by Matt Homan

I can't be reached way out here
Blew a tire on the highway
Left her for a guitar
Rocks me harder
Threw my radio out the window at speed
Didn't wanna hear the pitch no more
Broke out the glass
Easy for the rain to make my horse
Smell like a wet dog

nice to come back once in a while

Same mushy, brown branch That takes me to the same empty sky I looked up and I saw A cigarette burn In God’s big black shirt Same concrete, vacant pedestrians Dry head, shoulda read the label Shooting up and falling asleep Waking up in the same position With a Twins game on the television Some one t...

Power Thirst Energy Drink (for when you need gratuitous amounts of energy)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRngkQk3BbA

Night Out With My Sixth Finger The night was destined to be a total train wreck from the beginning, but just exactly which side of the tracks I was going to end up on was the real question. The clock ticked away around 9:00pm and my ride was and hour late. I sat on the small sofa in my dim, smoky l...

Sorry to hear about this. I extend my hand in comfort to you. You'll see her again someday...

modern wishful Kerouac-ianism, Bob Dylan would be proud. i'm just fucking with ya I could really see you reading this over a dusty vinyl, or a rustic nylon guitar pluckin' in some hole-in-the-wall wine bar while wearing a padded flannel and a thick beard, sipping a large, warm beer and reflecting co...

The madness in his pale face Was frightening Screaming of porcupine noises And talking trees Motioning to the coat rack, "I've wasted my life, and so have you." But he sat curled up in the corner Shaking and mumbling his fears to strangers I stood tall, young, idealistic While his white comb-over fe...

Selby sat quietly thinking to himself, “This is it. This is what the true hell is, the final sorrow. I have been taught, taught myself in fact, that falling in love was the greatest evil. Falling in love blinded a man, caused him to forget his true purpose, made a man do things which defy logic, def...

thanks for reading it. your critique was very helpful. but as always, no need for the disclaimer.

(this is a short story I've started. I want to honest critique on grammer, usage, and general form and flow.) It was one of those grim realizations of reality that someone can spend a lifetime trying to forget. My eyes were bloodshot and bagged, my mind restless in anticipation. I hadn’t slept all n...

<a name="#016"> So it is </a> In the trees breathing outside and the sun-warmed sun in June It is, and always was Even when you forget And think it isn't there It loves when you change and grow and become something beautiful But loves you too much to let you go through Hell Nothing but healing you'l...

<a name="#015"> Disemboweling Her </a> Surgical set shining What drug did I inject her with? Guess. Cutting begins Flesh is thicker and courser than I have previously thought Don't scream Circular saw for the ribs Does a perfect job Got it at Home Depo good price Messy masses of tissue Some major or...

wow, man. I don't know why but that really hit me something weird.