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Gravity and You

You saunter (no other word would describe the lilt of your gait quite so eloquently) toward me, smiling. You tilt your head in question: "What are you doing?" The question remains unanswered. You ask another: "Why are you upside down?" I tilt my head toward you. "Describe 'upside down.'" You lean toward me: "you." I beam "Not quite!" "Not-" (I interrupt) "Quite! Not at all, in fact. Your question is invalid." You seem to lean toward cuffing me, but you repeat the other question, your first. So I describe why I am laying, on a dock with a tilt, my head limp over the edge: "The tilt and the view flipped around cannot quite

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Daily Literature Deviations for April 11, 2012

Apr 11, 2012

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Gravity and You by pretty-yin, literature

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Gravity and You

The Trouble with a Love Poem by Robsonnet, literature

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The Trouble with a Love Poem

Ever since that first cave man told the woman of his fancy, "Looking at you makes me want to say something where all the words end with the same sound," and then clubbed her and dragged her off to his cave to show her his etchings, most people's first poetic efforts have been expressions of fondness and desire. And no matter how bad the poem is, when the feeling is mutual, the response is going to be very reinforcing. "You wrote me a POEM?! Oh, it's BEAUTIFUL! That's so SWEET!" Et cetera, et cetera, with kisses. At this point, the love poem is perfect. It communicated the desired message, and it had the desired effect. But then, with the be

Atrocity. by Eleh, literature

as you teach her to say yes by injuredjaw, literature

The Painter And The Veteran by FallingAsleepTonight, literature

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The Painter And The Veteran

He wanted to pull out the pain with a syringe, as if it were black jelly that had accumulated underneath his skin. This was how morning welcomed him. *** On saturday nights, he was the kind of man who went around town painting murals with a can. They were gorgeous, especially when city employees melted them with hose-water. *** In America you can find dollar bills stuck deep in the cracks between sidewalks; you can find people stuck deep in the cracks between buildings too. *** You can also find people inside said buildings, inside beds, inside... *** One and only one night, the painter was approached by a hairy young

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Daily Literature Deviations for April 5, 2012

Apr 5, 2012

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Branded by AzurEmerald, literature

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Branded

They took the needle to me when I was a foetus. They tried to make the prettiest design they could, but it was destined for failure. He had a large ego and wouldn't rest until some part of the design was an exact copy of his. Passing on his bloodline's coat of arms wasn't good enough for him. She agreed as long as she could design the relatively insignificant part of the design that remained. The design was one of the first things I learned to draw. It's you — they told me — so you must always wear it with pride. I tried; I swear; I tried; but it was always right there on my face, staring out at the world. We held each other pris

waking-cat's morning reflection by Adagiobunny, literature

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