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July 26, 2010 \am\31 5:38 am

[sharing the love across oceans]


Chris Killen’s 3 p.m. in Morrison’s Supermarket on Is Reads

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electricity is a lot like magic in that there is a lot of preparation beforehand and there is always someone in the audience who wants to appear smart and tell you how it all works.

THERE IS NO ELECTRICITY; THERE ARE ONLY PROOFS OF ELECTRICITY by Adam Coates on ‘other’ Magazine

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Dad told you once it is important to empty
the contents of your chest so you unpack
her ghosts on the dining room table. They
are tiny things all trembling and sobbing
and birthing estuaries, and
you would fuck them if it wasn’t taboo
to fuck small things.

WHOSE HANDS WERE SWEPT BY THE FRINGES OF DASHED SLOPES by Ben Brooks on New Wave Vomit

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I met my wife in a kissing cylinder.

Sometimes the walls weren’t weak enough. We had knives to open them apart. Then they felt our breeze okay.

I’m sorry, I meant: I met your wife in a kissing cylinder.

Voices of the Kissing Ban by Stephen O’Toole on For Every Year

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The girl made of mud acquired a reputation in the town. Her skin was not lush and pink; her hair neither soft nor fragrant. Her friends’ mothers hurriedly rushed to wipe down chairs upon which she had sat.

The Girl Made of Mud by N. God Savage on Mud Luscious Press

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I do the kissing only very occasionally.

Proxy by Emma J. Lannie on > kill author (Chosen for Dzanc Book’s Best of the Web 2010)

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Socrates Adams-Florou reading at Word Soup in Preston

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One Comment
  1. July 26, 2010 \am\31 10:16 am 10:16 am

    woah, loads of great british guys.

    feel embarrassed about my video, for some reason.

    sorry everyone.

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