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An excellent choice. Rap karaoke is always a bold move, and I particularly admire how it makes me realize how damned white my town is.

This morning, issue five of MoonPark Review went live, which includes my flash piece, "King of Infinite Space." https://moonparkreview.com/issue-five-fall-2018/king-of-infinite-space/

Did. Will again.

I'm the genderfluid one. But still, they/them is still acceptable for them.

It's probably notebook money, since they're the prolific poet. All the same, a good gift and I'm glad you agree.

All I participate in is unsavory, immoral behavior. Let me live my dark fantasy sex scenarios in peace, OKC!

Probably

I think if people set their conversations to public, that would be one thing, because public displays of people's shitty behavior might possibly curb shitty, rude and offensive fuckboys, but if users don't have the option it just feels like a breach of privacy

Happy birthday to this haggard-garlic-ass-motherfucker; I love them.

Last year, One Story published one of his pieces, so he's definitely got something going for him if one of the most challenging publications to get published in took up his piece. (Though, I'm sure his name certainly helped improve his chances of getting published. Even so, they don't publish garbage.)

I'm buying them weed and a bookstore gift card. Leave their haggard-old-ass a birthday salutation in this thread

I haven't read his book yet but I imagine the conversation is linked to his short story collection?

Red Dead 2

That's a really neat modification. Also I'd definitely think, at the right speed and at first glance, a ghost was operating the bike

Mine: Kiss Off - Violent Femmes Punk Rock Girl -- Dead Milkmen I Believe In A Thing Called Love -- The Darkness Perfect Day -- Lou Reed Nobody Home -- Pink Floyd Too Drunk To Fuck --Dead Kennedys There Is a Light That Never Goes Out -- The Smiths

I'm ignoring the post By ignoring the demand To ignore the post.

If she don't know polynomials now she sure as fuck ain't gonna know when it takes significantly longer for blood to run from her feet to her lousy-ass brain.

I propose the idea that "grooving to" something is not always the same as a song being "a groove."

Just prior to his birthday, which would've made him 84, The New Yorker published a poem of Cohen's, preceding the release of a collection of his work titled The Flame: Poems Notebooks Lyrics Drawings by Leonard Cohen i drank a lot. i lost my job. i lived like nothing mattered. then you stopped, and came across my little bridge of fallen answers. i don’t recall what happened next. i kept you at a distance. but tangled in the knot of sex my punishment was lifted. and lifted on a single breath— no coming and no going— o G-d, you are the only friend i never thought of knowing. your remedies beneath my hand your fingers in my hair the kisses on our lips began that ended everywhere. and now our sins are all confessed our strategies forgiven it’s written that the law must rest before the law is written. and not because of what i’d lost and not for what i’d mastered you stopped for me, and came across the bridge of fallen answers. tho’ mercy has no point of view and no one’s here to suffer we cry aloud, as humans do: we cry to one another. And now it’s one, and now it’s two, And now the whole disaster. We cry for help, as humans do— Before the truth, and after. And Every Guiding Light Was Gone And Every Teacher Lying— There Was No Truth In Moving On— There Was No Truth In Dying. And Then The Night Commanded Me To Enter In Her Side— And Be As Adam Was To Eve Before The Great Divide. her remedies beneath my hand her fingers in my hair— and every mouth of hunger glad— and deeply unaware. and here i cannot lift a hand to trace the lines of beauty, but lines are traced, and beauty’s glad to come and go so freely. and from the wall a grazing wind, weightless and routine— it wounds us as i part your lips it wounds us in between. and every guiding light was gone and every sweet direction— the book of love i read was wrong it had a happy ending. And Now There Is No Point Of View— And Now There Is No Other— We Spread And Drown As Lilies Do— We Spread And Drown Forever. You are my tongue, you are my eye, My coming and my going. O G-d, you let your sailor die So he could be the ocean. And when I’m at my hungriest She takes away my tongue And holds me here where hungers rest Before the world is born. And fastened here we cannot move We cannot move forever We spread and drown as lilies do— From nowhere to the center. Escaping through a secret gate I made it to the border And call it luck—or call it fate— I left my house in order. And now there is no point of view— And now there is no other— We spread and drown as lilies do— We spread and drown forever. Disguised as one who lived in peace I made it to the border Though every atom of my heart Was burning with desire. As a personal side note, I'd like to wish that old dead Cohen, who was especially formative for me, and helped me to carry certain grief bravely through life, a joyful birthday this Friday.

But I'm the girlfran

One more

While Serge's daughter is known more for her acting, her minor career as a singer is quite alluring

I wrote a short story based in the year Je T'aime Moi Non Plus was released, and subsequently deals with the song itself. It was selected by Jensen Beach for a memorial award for best graduate writing.