One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous verminous bug. It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine. Frame thy fearful Symmetry.You may not be interested in the dialectic, but the dialectic is interested in you. Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparking but I was too scared to grab the mic’s in the park and kick my little raps cause. I was born by the river in a little tent, Oh and just like the river i been runnin’ ever since. What’s at the end of Satan’s rainbow? `lectricty howls in the bones of her face. Constant buckets of fuck.
I got a book, you can have it if you want.
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Ryan J. Douglas is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Blast from the Past, Flash Fiction, Freedom In Words & Art, Graphic Scratch, Nerds Unite, Queensland, The Word Tree, Twisted Tales, Two Word Challenge and WMG.
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The New Guard Jack
Roller Derby devil
I’ve got a speech to make;
Terra’s dead skin in Lake Eyre
To amble around in a cotton field
Bumper sticker politics