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Arirang (Fixed)
Speak to us in blowing winds, / With strings to topple petty steel, / To free our blood from loyal binds, / The cuffs of fear and hate̵…
Offhand Messiah
Doctor Freeman, spare my mind, / Drive the ice picks in so kind, / Under lids of blackened eyes, / To stab away where sorrow lies. / Raise …
Social Detachment
It’s a long way down, comrade.
For her, a selfish prayer…
Calm blinks of melancholy / Laughing away a neurotic mess…
Dreams
Something insane floats around in our minds, / Clouded in smoke and swimming in tinted water, / Something about sex, / Something about deat…
The Iowa Young Writers Studio
Belief Will Bid You Lifeless / Chapter 1 / The anamnesis reads as follows: / CHRISTOPHER L. BRINKMAN, MALE / DIAGNOSTIC ANALYSIS: PARANOID …
Cold (Original, full-length)
Christmas was tomorrow. The neighborhood had been draped in red and green and the Christ child was sleeping peacefully in every fourth yar…
Cold (Original, full-length)
Christmas was tomorrow. The neighborhood had been draped in red and green and the Christ child was sleeping peacefully in every fourth yar…
Mind Wail
Father, father, bastard son, / Yellow fever, lawless gun, / Sprays away and misses all, / ‘cept for one, whose life doth fall, / And …
Not Guilty
Here it is. Bitterness escapes me, as does all anger and sorrow. All that’s left is madness, with hints of fear in every instant of thoug…
Father Jones
And for all their troubles, and moreso their joy, / Ol’ Jones wiped them all off the earth.
Doctor Strangemind, or: How I learned to Stop Wor…
I love… recanting Reptilian conspiracies over the chaos of my favorite French fusion/opera group while sewing homemade dresses from c…
Cold
It was cold.
Montage-In The Harrowing Moment of Disillusion
The Savior’s long been winging.
On and Gone and Smiles All the Way
Twenty-seven gone today, / Drowned in wood and something sharp, / About the killer, all l’ll say, / I hope he’s eaten yet.