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5000th Time Looking at Mona Lisa
She has hair, eyes, folded hands, wry smile She’s lazy Only sits there What a waste Who cares She’s ugly, tiny just a person no dining savior no night sky no scary moment no melting clocks Who cares I can’t make my masterpeace With a piece of shit like this
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What Does Repetition Do to Symbols?
Road. Road. Road. Road. Road. Road. Road. Continue to say road, or any other word, out loud for fifty, sixty, infinity times, or more. Something interesting happens: the word begins sounding weird, strange, foreign, fake, nonexistent. You don’t believe it’s a word with any discernible meaning, and it sounds like nothing more than gibberish. You may…
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Melon Cereal
There are certain moments in life that we remember forever: learning how to ride a bike, sharing our first kiss, finding our first love, landing our first job. Reading this new, free collection of nine-word poems is one of those moments. There are no other books or works of writing that combine a love of…
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No
There’s a reason why this word is shorter than it’s smiling counterpart. It’s efficient. It’s definitive. It’s the final stop for wavering maybes or tentative positives or radio silences. No allows you to save your time in situations you don’t want to or simply can’t afford to do something. No isn’t simply a door in the…
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Magical Internet Night
Finished Taxi Driver Digital alienation Spring Breakers Neon isolation RiFF RAFF Bowl of cereal Chromecasting vaporwave mix in apartment living room Rainy outside Editing an upcoming book Creative, new thought Internet-access induced mind expansion Sober psychedelic experience from demassified information Surfing through darkness with LCD nightlights Saturday, 2:14 AM no intention of sleeping soon Dreamlike…
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Cheer Up Morning Soldier
The morning is a rough affair when you need to commute by train, for over an hour, to spend time doing something you may like enough to not complain about 100% of the time, but not enough to be considered the thing that gets you up in the morning. What gets you up is the…
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Can You Handle Me When I Ship Myself to You?
They say they want my products They check off the boxes They type in their credit card numbers But I know what they really desire Is a little piece of me, a sliver of the brain capable of solving their life’s little problems They want me, they get me I am for the people Click “Ship…
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You Didn’t Save Your Important Work But You Did Save Me
I would like to formally thank all of you for keeping me gainfully employed these past years. You see, I found an opportunity in the unsaved. I have been using your documents, projects, presentations, and other unsaved files for my own benefit. Remember that time you were almost 99% sure you saved that file but couldn’t…
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Mutant Deadline
I was told I have an hour to mutate into something else entirely and I’m not sure what it is or what it needs to be or what it should be or what to do to reach it and I’m not even sure I’m not already something else entirely at this time and at all…
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The Evolution of “Data Graves”: a poem about a world after the internet collapses
Last November, I released a book of poems, short stories, and scenes called The Bronze Age. It contains more than 100 pieces, split into six major parts, sequenced to flow into one another to form a larger narrative experience that emulates the way internet-users can form narratives through the lateral and ongoing consumption of digital…
Tyler Fugazzie 