Take your mayor w you Your pimps Your whores Your professors Your baseball scores Welcome to the millennial woodchipper … More
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Of crows the left-behind
This winter sees the bitternings of crows the left-behind of crows unsuited for flight of crows ill-equipped for animosity of … More
laVidaCode: studbook
“` bash Fri Apr 14 14:50:11 ~/studbook (master *) $ node db/seed.js right above var HorseSchema about to do mongoo.Promise … More
Enrique Caruso, doom-bird of Mayfair
ok, not so much singing, it was Enrique Caruso, the insane brain-battered red cardinal who every sunrise sunset flies straight … More
Joe, NPO
cloverleaving through the night cleaving unto what’s right seething is disbelieving: – they chickens , they goats – “don’t trust … More
I mistook César for Jésus
We all get one very stupid fucking lieutenant
At one point, we each of us get one very stupid fucking lieutenant. The unreachable one. The unteachable one. The … More
Sevilla #5: Manuel Escribano, #3: #84, LIMEÑO Came the lightning.
This bull, he bellow his death. This final bull, he take the thunder over his knee. This bull he tell … More
Sevilla #4: Pepe Moral, #2. #61, LIMOSNERO
For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a … More
Sevilla: I will make you shit your breeches
I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from … More
What troubles the mule
What troubles the mule less the fetid, the loiter, the faeces, the longing, the foul-breath, the larceny of death … … More
Sevilla: The elephant he come for the bull
The elephant he come for the bull the nod of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk … More
Sevilla: The bull he walk off
The bull he walk off, like the elephant for his own words, with his own death. The quick understanding the … More
Córdoba: My mouth is a Moorish gate
My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.
Jerez: Our stones beg for a river
Our stones shear, like our religions. There’s the catch, the shiver. The believer, he beg for a river.
Jerez: ¡ Yeah, gargoyle !
¡ Yeah, gargoyle ! ¡ Arribasé la cabeza ! Lift high your head ! Prepare to receive the bread, Baked … More
Jerez: Our stones, they shear, they shear like our religions
Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.
Sevilla: I, the bull, became more tired than I ever
I, the bull, became more tired than I ever knew was possible to grow tired and so sleepy and they … More
Soothe the writhing child of panic
one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, … More
Remind me later how much this hurts now
The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind … More
Boy misses dog, then turn … the whole enchilada
the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More
blcklst. Bullets we extracted from reviews
Logline In this prequel to CASABLANCA, RICK BLAINE flees the wrath of a Harlem gangster and winds up using his … More
blcklst. Review #1. RICK BLAINE has adventures around the world
Review Era: 1930s Locations: International Budgets: High Genre: Action & Adventure, War Adventure, Drama, Period Drama, War Drama Logline RICK … More
blcklst. Review #2. traces the globetrotting adventures that lead to Rick
Review Era: 1930s Locations: New York, Le Havre, Djibouti, Madrid, Paris, Barcelona Budgets: High Genre: Drama, Period Drama, War Epic … More
blcklst. Review. 54837. RICK BLAINE flees the wrath of a Harlem gangster
Review Era: 1930s Locations: Globetrotting – NYC to Paris to Africa to Spain Budgets: High Genre: Drama, Adventure Drama, Period … More
We. Watchmaker
We are exact careful precise, watchmaker, we put springs where were their ears we put gears where were … More
How do we, dolphin, kill him, shark?
How do we, dolphin, kill him, the shark? How do we, the eel kill the urchin? How do we, the … More
Lift the fear, like a child fallen, from a white kite well forgotten
Lift the fear, like a child fallen, from a white kite well forgotten
Favor the fear, like a child
Favor the fear, like a child. Feed it a broken wing of a bread. Leave it unburied, like our dead.
The scent of fear is kerosene and cancer
The scent of fear is kerosene and cancer
You floated far, fast, firm, forgotten kite.
You floated far, fast, firm, forgotten like a kite.
Lift the fear, like a child
The fear you lifted like a child fallen like a kite forgotten descends a cancer wind. One aches for a wing of a … More
Mary, pray for our son
Mary, i want to give; to turn the wide space open arid empty of my long-since death i, dead, still … More
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