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we spent the weekend taser-gunning the cows Billy rigged up a bathtub in the pasture where we heated the water to a boil and gently placed them in their soft smiles thanked us and a foamy grey film bled out as they sunk below the surface Billy retched and I told him to be calm it’s just the final essence of their kindness rising I said their inner milkiness then a ruby-throat came to draw in the nectar from a cluster of bee balm flowers immortalized in mid-air and still more cows wandered forward in their smoky flatulence we found alphas and deltas that we arranged into formulas on a tarnished silver plate and as the campfire embers glowed deep red and our sleeping sacks beckoned to us we drank down the final gulps of hot miner’s tea and Billy pronounced it “more of the stuff that made Rome great”
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
softer cowboys
we spent the weekend taser-gunning the cows Billy rigged up a bathtub in the pasture where we heated the water to a boil and gently placed them in their soft smiles thanked us and a foamy grey film bled out as they sunk below the surface Billy retched and I told him to be calm it’s just the final essence of their kindness rising I said their inner milkiness then a ruby-throat came to draw in the nectar from a cluster of bee balm flowers immortalized in mid-air and still more cows wandered forward in their smoky flatulence we found alphas and deltas that we arranged into formulas on a tarnished silver plate and as the campfire embers glowed deep red and our sleeping sacks beckoned to us we drank down the final gulps of hot miner’s tea and Billy pronounced it “more of the stuff that made Rome great”
daniel-schoen
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
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