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My Cat is...My cat is flat
stupid cat didn't get too far
and for that matter niether did the car
for my cat was a landmine
and an exploding one at that!
Transistor 1977Gliding noisily aloft the glistening wet pavement
Carried atop sparkling spokes specked with rust
With dynamo humming a smoke belching motor beats out the distinctive low speed popping that carries into a deep fast howl
At a breakneck 25 miles per hour they disappear into the freedom of distance
It is hoped but not believed that they will never return to captivity.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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