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THURSDAY, NOV 12, 2026 · FOUR FLIES IN ROTATION
Four recent flies
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STILL BUZZING
RECENT FLY
THE TOAST
we clicked glasses like we just got away with something like we had something to celebrate but there was just the shitty beer that I swigged to numb…
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RECENTLY LANDED
RECENT FLY
It turns out
Rodney thinks he is more interesting than others think he is. Rodney thinks that’s because they lack in intelligence. Rodney says unkind things but they aren’t listening, although…
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CAUGHT IN THE ACT
RECENT FLY
outsider’s haiku
fall by the wayside it’s where the real action is & bring bail money
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“So how do we get their attention?” said Eduardo.
“I’m not sure,” said Darrius. “We tacked up fliers at the university, and I told everyone in my creative writing class. You did, too—right?”
“I did.”
Eduardo and Darrius sat for some time in silence, passing a joint back and forth.
“Why do you think your parents named you Darrius?” Eduardo asked.
“My mom told me once,” Darrius said. “Mom and dad wanted something different, and they got out a book with a lot of names in it, and Darrius stuck out for some reason.”
“I see,” said Eduardo.
“Yeah. That’s the reason,” said Darrius.
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by Lance Watson
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