preamble
when you’ve had your fill of being scorched and throwing frisbees and high pitched races down still staircases, when your organs queue to dysfunction on the…
airborne
34 stories written on Ficly, 2011–2012, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
tense
brake for the man who thought the world his artichoke, got broken, went broke
unsolicited sympathy
keep it together my dear it’s just some turbulence in an ambulance you can’t be a writer unless you’re damaged in some way she’s probably a bitch though I…
tense
I knew a man who thought the world his artichoke - he failed, and went broke use your foot for the brake - and shout for whose sake you will yourself remake
taxonomy
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angst
in the background anonymity and colourless attention mix with shrill cicadas, glowing red and at 7 ‘o’ clock magpies burst from the darkening sky short-sighted…
silk-screen prints
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freedom
ataraxis: n. a state free from stress of anxiety and stress, eg. he lives in the state of ataraxis, capital, his room top up your water bottle fill a taxi…
absolutions
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all word and no play
when news broke that her water did, thousands in the city fled the dam
vfx poetry
find a scene, and what it means. then rotoscope and dubstep everything.
time capsule
I still have the movie ticket stubs, the fused bulb I changed for you in january, in a cardboard box shelved in the back of my mind I went out today it’s like…
vertigo
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fisheye lenses
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vulnerability (and other tabs to hide it)
sometimes I surprise even myself - like now: (hap py birthday to me)
faux pas
may I have the honor of this one last dance because I can’t seem to distinguish between a foxtrot and reality I’m a leading man may I have the honor of this…
raw filament
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you said you were out of my league
when I am perfect you’ll be among the first few to be notified.
Endgame
fifty six seconds and the cold calculated perfectionists win.
Greyscale Arson
lighted sound breaks at dawn but all around the world is grey midday, the city simmers noise the system is fully functional. rise up - the streets are free…