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FRIDAY, NOV 13, 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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7:52
acid is working
i know because
i just watched water
dry on my shirt
texted karsten
water disappears
he said
yeah
fuck karsten
opened facebook
trump
closed facebook
opened google
nothing there
but i clicked it
little line blinking
typed
pizza
erased it
cancer
erased it
god
erased it
same box
that’s fucked up
doesn’t matter
it just sits there
waiting
some guy somewhere
is typing
why is my poop green
same white box
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google is terrifying
he writes
don’t use it
for once
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my shirt is dry
the acid is coming down
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is still there
waiting for me
to ask it
anything
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