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I'll lose some things I do not need: that tag, these toys, this plaited lead. I'll ditch some things I cannot use: that dish, those cans, these rawhide chews. I'll ...

It's gorgeous, but these ending three lines through a lot of odd information at us very quickly. Overwhelming and somewhat confusing. The imagery is astounding, though.

chapter fifteen descent. she's dry against the mead-colored sunset, bleeding browns and whites. whatever happened to her neverland? whatever happened to riverdance? on waiting list for stronger squall

Something died in there. Hiding under floor planks and making love among wood lice, we were more than willing to grapple for the immediate dissatisfaction, to touch just to tear ...

Yes, I was planning on continuing this, but I figured it was too cutesy. Sorry, guys .

There are so many different ways that I could be like a thousand mirrors, fragments of faces laugh as I smile. Did I learn my life from you? I have ...

(Seventy thousand Billion Four Thousand Eighty Two Trillion Voices for Creation-- till the bullet when bang) If you could tell the exact meaning of those numbers and why you choose ...

Canescent Whatever this was meant to be, it's spelled wrong. I don't like the questions, and the word "neon" could be cut out once. Otherwise - nice rhythm, sharp ending. ...

to mourn for boys who slayed each other still live nearby. Too long. Divide it up. Sorry for caustic comments, it's getting far too late for me to talk anymore ...

The endings leaves me a bit wanting, but the whole of it was amazing. Everything you write reminds me of chemistry class and surrealism. Captalize proper names, lovey, and we'll ...

"You're all assholes." Those are the only words that reach a standstill in this stream of voices and half-empty bottled dream, run down by the trip across the sea. They ...

I know this is prose...but I don't think we have a prose forum. Sober. Sober, when was the last time she was sober? It’s laughable, how she slurs her way ...

Take deep breaths. I want this to last. You. You appear in a mass of leaves, swirling the empty air you've taken over, like you take over every inch of ...

Very sensual, but not much of a moving point. The clarinet produces a beautiful sound, and I think you could express it better. Give it more suspence, Snoikums.

how’d ya feel about that- how’d ya feel about that. I enjoy this tactic, and I believe it was applied well. But I think the syntax and word choice were ...