April 2010
25 posts
Bakesale - Drunken Kamikaze
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if all my drinks were remaindered at the end of my life all the limes pulped into a green mesh all the whiskey in golden tidal harbours all the wine all the wine all the wine would…
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the sun r[ ] over [
] filling trees & maize
with crumbling light [
] the [
] meat of the [
] yellowing road
to [ ] Spanish
landings along the shore [
] by a…
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my mi[ nd
is | in a real bad wa] y
filing letters
& chronologically
ordering correspondence
all week
had made me dumb
found poem #3: Spam →
Sir, All The Rest Is Mute. (Material taken from spam emails.) The amorous count solicits things far more devastating than the impact. …
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Down by the river, by the waters edge, Arthur makes them take their clothes off, fold them, put them in neat little piles. Like tiny cotton gravestones, little boy’s pants and socks lie…
found poem #2: Spam →
To go in over a broad area and keep on going night and day, with all the factors which send a thousand or fifteen hundred or two. Always the…
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Template. Paul walked out of the door and waited for a break in the traffic so he could cross the road to get to the bus stop on the other side. It was drizzling and a cold…
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This Blog Is Two Years Old!
In honour of that here’s some more bad writing.
Analogies and Metaphors Found in High School Essays
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other Sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. - Sue Lin Chong, Washington
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free. - Chuck Smith, Woodbridge
He spoke with...
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after loud wrestling sounds & brightfreezing winter : : (malfunction h o u s e
diving : : (malfunction d a r t into…
treasures of electricity →
the cat litter when it clumps ] [ into planet-sized
the southbank →
by the river the quick sound of voices meets arms of water all purposes of guitar strings almost rusted through when the tide retraces stones & creeps up the ships bow wetting the wood lifting the…
