the waterfall exploding in the valley at the end of the movie

By Nick Hranilovich Scene: A strapping young lad and his busty damewell companionado are resting against a cabin made of palm trunks. The sounds of celebration blast from the background, and they are apparently stepping away from a large festivity. Lad: So do you think things will ever be the same? Damewell: God, I hope [...]

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Soused

By Nick Hranilovich Resend, receive receipts doubt debits deny demise Nontronics and signals Crying out to a golden star Golden Star sounds like a coffee company Crying over the death of the phrase Golden Star Breakneck speed to gaseous Summer homes Rich kids with mercury-rubdowns and Daddy hooks in his hat, beer in the cooler, [...]

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Fuck Yeah!!

By Nick Hranilovich Today the ricocheting frequencies got so thick with momentum that the branch supporting all mutual grace snapped while the base of the wound at the tree’s side gushed forth my own blood heavier than even corn syrup movie prop fake red more powerful than an immortal visionary puncturing your luminous body with [...]

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Tide of Pledges

By Nick Hranilovich I will fight until something perishes at tectonic skull cracks grey sanguine seeps out, mispronounces the true names opens up the temples of the grim beams shooting up antithetical spotlights boring black holes up sunny skies, keep views forward unless you are the local man of strength you’ll pour your life up [...]

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Punch Line and Sinker

By Nick Hranilovich Schrodinger’s poem isn’t even here. You just needed something to read. Everybody who thinks they’ve gone interstellar constellation unconscionable consciousness dart toward the extreme left (H)ad better wake up and smell the Traverse City Cherries. Smearing my makeup on myself, on the bus, on the guy next to me, wearing the glittery [...]

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Onion Ring Lamentations

By Nick Hranilovich Over two vats- One labeled “fries” one “appetizers” I believe (so says inner monologue) that life is bountiful and just & deny that I’m a fry cook Flutes flit and caress my skin outer cherub wing tips grazing melody cheeks But niggas be blazin’ on the rap shit New beats Out of [...]

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Reconstitution

By Nick Hranilovich I didn’t ask for this democracy I didn’t ask for these systems of election I don’t believe that the majority of these issues are within the scope of most of the public to determine I don’t believe in legalizing it I don’t believe in illegal…izing it I don’t believe in birthing it [...]

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I hope culture dies before you

By Nick Hranilovich I hope you stop talking like an underground VH1 subsidiary before you die and your life flashes before your eyes and there’s a network logo in the bottom right-hand corner of your new astral sight while your exploits are re-enacted a la Behind the Music you notice that your hands don’t move [...]

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don’t talk about smegma when I’m eating melted provolone

By Nick Hranilovich References, dignitaries Sing-song sermons Live long lives, found your way What you eat=What you are They are one Turnstiles and revolving prisons Doors fancy Knowledge lazy Suzan, unintelligible The other White Meat, the Mother degrades me Remember proper nouns Always supper case Favorite Mountain, Big Rock Candy O BROTHER WHERE AREN’T THOU? [...]

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Note on the fridge from beyond the atmosphere

By Nick Hranilovich Leaving planet, as of next available flight. Please feed my people while I’m away. Return date unsure. Ticket says “Rapture.” Won’t have my phone with me- zero service bars in deep space. In case of emergency, I put the names and pronunciations of every major deity on the fridge

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