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“So I got this Adult Store…” and Other Stories from the Campaign Trail
Political campaigns are at once noble and naïve. On one level they are not akin to anything so much as a revolution, albeit one that requires only a temporary commitment.
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For the Superior Wiper
Said a pseudo-American prophet, “p— is sooooo crucial!” I am really American, so I believe in this very hard. And, as really important things must happen in cool places (the defenestration of Prague was in the castle, births and deaths happen in hospitals, Super Mash Bros mashed it up at Quad-rangle), it fully spurred me…
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Too Quiet to Hear Except at Night
I wake to the sound of a snowdrift shed from the roof like antlers shrugged off by a deer or like that molting time when birds stay flightless a while to grow themselves back.
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Apocalypse (Maybe Not) Now?
“At some point lightning flashed big and bold across the sky. It was the first time in forever that the sky was anything other than that neverendin’ black, and I had to close my eyes to keep from being blinded.”
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The Story about a War and Some Other Things
“Anyway, I’ve heard stories are supposed to have morals. I don’t know if this is much of a story, really, but I’ll give it a moral anyhow.”
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Indie Lesbian Sisters Can Rock, Too
“People sometimes say that we’re cold, or cagey and hard to get to know,” says Sara Quin of the Canadian singer/songwriter duo Tegan and Sara, “We don’t try to be that way, but because Tegan and I are twins, we kinda live in our own insulated world.” But over the course of our conversation, Quin…
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American Goth
The fact that I even own more than one article of lamé from American Apparel is pathetic. Wearing them all in one outfit was basically just a masturbatory statement of my “hipness.”
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After throwing your cigarettes out
I took a bus home to your nightly reenactments, the ones performed before you ever hid your lighters or begged for air. My blood’ll sort it out, you promised, ignoring London and your heredity, all those veils of ash and example. In your bedroom you tell me not to call it cancer, that pain…
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