for you. Write the shit in my mind, because you thought that you would want to get out of your mind more than you did when you were alive, but you didn't. You died silent. But don't worry, Christians say that is the only way to die, silent and solemn. Then you dream well. Do … Continue reading from This is a Short Story of Desperation – Albert Jones
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A Poem by Albert Jones
Needing to know beyond what knowledge, needing not me, lays down like rags before me I feel again instead of see. Having always seen, always supposedly known, knowledge anew tells me I've not but been tethered to a big brown ball lowing groans and smoking, rounding the linelessness of what-might-be illumination, sun gowned, maybe, real … Continue reading A Poem by Albert Jones
Riverrun past Eve and Adams…
King Saint Finnerty the Festive by loud decree doth proclaim a roaratorious ignominy to take place filmed and videoreali-ahd into hypertensity and space on some sinalincture bordering tomorrow. Join us won't you, here deep inside of the Wild Pages and, please, have a titoptitoptoloftical day!
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