There is no fixing the bridge made of wheat germs from the heart, the bridge of feeding that Thanksgiven, the brownest of all, rising over turkeyfield. Our chocolate logs are full of termites, and Big Bird curses when he digs his beak into them. They have hundreds of selves, and Big Bird swears up and down at the children. This makes them ( Read more... )

     You know that Earth is changing when gulls fish in parking lots. You can smell water, and water smells like burning hair when you smell it with your eyes. Smelling the Pilgrims landing against their massive rock is smelling an old ashtray. You can smell cigarettes with your eyes when you look at their colorful packaging, how good they smell! ( Read more... )

I don't know what way to milk my shovel here.
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