Issue 10.2 Spring 2015

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Cynicism and Cellulose

 

Kyle Klendworth

 


Words and syllables slip and slide out of mouth like the sheet of polyurethane in your backyard, with a nail at a ninety. Rough and coarse like meat and blood. Hefty. I say that word with the same weight and gravity, tenacity, as this one: kilogram. Not clever enough for you? Do a thousand thousandths, grow your nail out and don't drink Pepsi, no no no. There is an Everest beset in front of my best intentions, to slip and to rip my talon through your intestines. Candied babies’ tiny tummies, yum yum yum. And once that sugar coated candy sweet falls from their innards I'll finally be satiated, I'll finally have dinner, so wee wee wee all the way home little piggy, and I'll meat you your maker, the starving velociraptor in the free market, the dirty filthy contest to see who can eat and fuck the best.

 

 

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