Tag Archives: Caleb Alexander

I’m going to put the word Dadaism in the Title

Gamma rays are eating the atmosphere as my computer screen eats code and spits out the Urban Dictionary word of the day. As I learn a new synonym for “penis pump,” I wonder absentmindedly about Shakespeare, and before making a … Continue reading

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Light Reading

The lilac flowers on your ivory skin aren’t hand-painted. But the lavenders look like they are supposed to look like they are supposed to be. Your shade is slightly disheveled from the pink bra recently thrown across you. Your muted … Continue reading

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