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Players in a Scenario – Joanna Rafael Goldberg

They liked each other, called it chemistry, got in bed and stayed there. Soon they coupled, wanting only the other for intimate endeavors. He learned what she liked; she learned what he liked. The two would eventually overuse what they knew until those motions turned routine. For awhile they escalated the gestures of their congress, but pushing boundaries too went stale. Too much of a good thing turned anal banal,

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Reflections on a Novel in Progress – James Krendel-Clark

“Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, / At incredible speed, traveling day and night, / Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes. / But will he know where to find you, / Recognize you when he sees you, / Give you the thing he has for you?”
-John Ashbery, “At North Farm”

If life is a videogame, then my funky aura that makes hysterical invalids sneeze is just a cloud of pixelated signaletics.

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Yellow Hand \o/ – plasticbagger

the Yellow Hand is beaming. giving another crowded night at planet fitness a thumbs up. so many people with memberships. they come to lift heavy objects. shifting between pews of workout equipment, hoping not to set off the Lunk Alarm. others walk, run, jog in place. or dig their knees into purple yoga mats. their strained sweat covered faces don’t suggest enjoyment. though maybe some are having a good time.

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Hinata – Damien Ark

        Customer XX waits patiently on me and kills time by analyzing which anime characters he recognizes as miniature keychains on the top part of the glass counter that separates him from me. His tongue slides from the left side of his lips to the right side as my boxcutter slits open a package from Japan. It’s sick, seeing him like this, but I please him anyway because he’s willing to spend big bucks,

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