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Jasper Morrow: “Mook Marriage

Mook Marriage by Jasper Morrow

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Thomas lets bet, I'll give it Three months, before she's gone Scratch that 10 bucks, says you wont last 1 week

Thomas, She's not even that sexy, She bends over and sucks in all with her dark hole he launches a Purple burp into the night sky.

he puts Rat Poison in his poncho that night

Thomas Let me tell you: Uncle David had….. A wife once you know……... Tall, dark and scary 2 weeks was enough………

he picks up a Scorpion and hid it in his back pocket

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Arlean, He had a Girl once

Minute 1 1/2 she tried to cut the Gown with a machete

Arlean, Me and his uncle slept around a campfire for 9 months straight

Minute 5 she saw the mysterious Liquid, but didn't fall for it

She and him Fell down a well that night None of the guests screamed or gasped The rain dripped down and swept the wind away to commemorate hail

Minute 7 1/2 Tell me, what did you think about that campfire Arlean

Minute 8 1/2 Tell me, what did you put in my drink Thomas

Minute 9 1/2 A lil scorpion tail

Thomas Climbed out of the well, The cardboard guests stare back at him

Minute 12

Arlean had turned back into a cardboard box

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Homage

by Ruby Tortuga

78 City Brink His tired eyes are sunken canyons littered with pain.

The smile and polished sparkle Has changed the old man smell, A groan, then creaking joint Whenever he stands.

And I am grateful to have Someone to take my gnarled Hand and guide me home

Though some days I wish to be A 20 something putting on cheap mascara In the graffitied bathroom of A loved concert venue.

This chair contains me But my mind, strong as A ballerina, spins me Around my memories, Whispers stories in my ear.

Women Who Dare to Bicycle in Pakistan

by Ruby Tortuga

My breath quickens before I touch the pedal. The firm bike seat Finds a home between my legs And we ride, slowly at first. In sync, we begin to speed Past the men frightened by Our pleasure.

Today I’m blind to Lyari’s unwelcome paths As it turns its nose, We accelerate, faster Faster Faster !

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