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things that sting: hornets and scorpions no regard for the skin they score upon wasps and nettles sting what they settle on everything out for its own satisfaction

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The hole

With autumn rains coming, I wonder when Pitt Street or Fourth Street (or both) will slide into here. Work on the site seems to have stopped. That’s Pitt Street in the background, across from City Hall.

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Metastasis

On the morning of the fourth day, Joe Toadamundo awoke to find a large fleshy mass lying in bed with him. It was pink and stank of diesel oil. He shrank away from it, pulling covers around him. “You’re hogging … Continue reading

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