“In Montréal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, “the winter has not killed us again!””
— Leonard Cohen, “Beautiful Losers”
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I was the one guy at that Sex Pistols gig who didn’t start a band. I just went home.
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Coyote in a den
By: Jonathan T. Wright
From: Wildlife of the Deserts
1980
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The Prestige, Hanif Abdurraqib
[ Text ID: the poem begins not where the knife enters / but where the blade twists. ]
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i feel totally normal about this and the scope of my desire is completely average
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Rambling around on the south side of Rainier - 10/20
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