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Brain holesShe fell and broke her hip / Though that’s not what killed her / No, she fought long and hard to keep her sanity

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The Paper ElephantsAfter a great while the paper elephants march / In their sparse herd they lumber along / One by one, their thick legs slam into the earth

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The Coffee PubWhen we walked up to the door of our favourite coffee pub / You tangled your fingers around my own / And with a twist of my wrist

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SycamoreLaughter & glitter / Sunshining through straight white teeth – voice unheard of / With a smile to make any man slither over

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Television LandBTZZZZZZZZ / “…open wide! The all-new Angus third-pounder…” / BTZZZZZZZZ

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Kindergarten PhysicsI played on a swing set today. It had to be the first time since I was twelve. I didn’t even mean to, by that I mean it was an accidental event. Well, I mean I don’t want to say it was fate or something, it just sort of happened. Like when you hear a story of how two high-school sweet hearts meeting for the first time except it’s doubtful that you can achieve the same level of satisfaction from a pair of cold metal chains connected to a polyurethane seat. Well maybe, but you most likely would have to be sick in the head or something. I’m getting off track. / I was waiting for my friends in the park. They were running late so I had about a half an hour to **** I noticed the old rusty rundown swing set, and I wanted somewhere to sit for a second. I was listening to some music, something by Modest Mouse I think, and I noticed, and I mean really noticed, I was on a swing set. It was nothing special by swing standards. It was old, that was a fact. It only had two swings left: one made for kids younger than three and the other for everyone else. Unfortunately I’m twenty. / Things started off slowly. A slow, steady rocking then I was swinging about a foot back and forth. I couldn’t help but wonder when was the last time I swung. So I thought, what the hell, I’m not doing anything too pressing. I kicked off and started pumping my swing. I don’t often experience a sort of tangible nostalgia but I sure love it when I do. I was splashed in the face with times throughout my childhood, if you could call what I had that, when we would try to swing as high as we could. Of course we didn’t know about the limits of gravity and universal laws yet, we hadn’t quite hit that brick wall just yet. But that’s what made it so much fun; our ignorance of what governs our physical world made it that much better. Had we known what was to come back then, we just might have told Newton where he could stick that apple.

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The Mustached MenLaying back / I stare at the mustached men / Staring down at me

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Toddler HauteurI’m on top of the world. / Everything’s below me. / I’m five years old and nothing’s

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The People Person‘In the end, it’s the indifference that gets you. You think you’ll have years to get to know each other and, what the hell do they call it, grow “emotionally” together. Relationally. Forget it. That ***** for the birds.’ / Scrtchschrrttchschrttch. / The subject arched his extended index and middle fingers on both hands twice in quick succession as he said “emotionally”. He pronounces “birds” as if it’s spelled b-o-y-d-s.

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Television PeopleThe TV people scare me sometimes. / They are always saying bad things. / They do so with an air of confidence and reassurance.

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