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Mid Ohio

  Into the river, Compelled where it wandered, I gasped only to catch The need to gasp. A moment to think - back To the plummet, while Every sense battled. Screaming. Run. Cold ripped into me. Pain cut at my ankles. Wet suffocation, a Black abyss. Regret. Panic. Forget. Sadness. What was I thinking then? There is nothing worth this Fall into all of the  Wild, good, night. Swim to the right again - Hit something under me - Slide over slimy scales: Swimming life The size of the creature, So calm in demeanor, The depth of the river Cannot match. Dying living Fishy Monster Right. Left. down. I cannot give into this, Mindless instinct kicks. Fuck what I’m dying for. I choose life. Right to the homeless place? Right to the family? Right to the miserable Loneliness? Left to the home I chose? Left to the cops and courts? Left to the battlefield? One soldier. Maybe staying. Maybe dying. Leg ripped open. Left to Sobriety. Left from the cavity. Left from the creature of Thrashing life. Memories o
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Tanner from Idaho

Hi, I’m Tanner. I’m from Idaho. Solid intro Tanner, none of this is weird yet. Why does anyone introduce themselves based on where they are from anyway? Like, why is it that the most important piece of information we must know about people is where most of their baby pictures are? I might as well say “Hi, I’m Tanner, if my pog investment from the 90s works out after I die, most of them are in Idaho.”  Remember pogs? Those circles that came in big green tubes. They were just circles. Made of paper. And when I was a kid, nothing was more important to me. And we were in a war at the time. SEVERAL! It was almost as if I could walk in on my mom in tears witnessing the wreckage of the Oklahoma City Bombing and still ask for pog money. Almost like that.  That was so weird. They were just paper circles. Unless it was a slammer! How cool were slammers? If you're with me about slammers I guarantee I could guess the year you were born. I can’t defend the nineties, I just lived through them. I
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Edgar Allan Poe Show

(Prior to the beginning of the performance a small writing desk sits no one. A lamp, a black quill pen with its inkwell, and a parchment are on the desk. Should guests be curious enough to have a look at the parchment, they will simply read the words “a love that was more than love”. After announcements the lights are all shut off for enough time with no action to make the audience uncomfortable until the lamp lights up, revealing Edgar Allan Poe. He is furiously writing.) Poe. Yes? (He stares around the room at various audience members.) Poe. What is it that I can do for you tonight? (pause) Perhaps the removal of some pretense will make some one of you brave enough to tell me what it is you want. And why it is that you have come. I am, in fact, Edgar Allan Poe. Ah, I see, I am a strange being in your world and that does not shock me. I was a strange being in mine too. This, however, here with you - this is not the strangeness of oddity shops or mummer shows. This is the high strangen
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Shone

  What happens to a flame?  Ignition flares sharp like shook foil, Consuming, shimmering,  Potent to shift all particles.  Then out.  Out and nowhere waiting.  Not dormant, not rebuilding. Stopped. Life, like flame, proceeds. It Is no substance - a reaction.  Then out. 
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Church Wishes it was Dungeons and Dragons

You walk into a home. A woman is unconscious on the floor. A strong breeze chills your cheeks and you realize that, in addition to the sounds of the road behind you, you can hear children playing basketball in the back yard. Toxic fumes burn your nostrils and lungs. You hear a loud thump upstairs as a baby begins to scream. What do you do? Did you think of an answer? If so, gotcha!!! You just played Dungeons and Dragons . I know, right? That isn’t what I thought the game was like either. I always had this image in my head that playing D & D was more like pretending you were following along as your math teacher used a convoluted Lord of the Rings analogy to explain derivation; all while a halitosis infested gamer-gater asks you if you have a date to the prom. But recently, I have started playing the game and I want to tell you what it is like. I also want to ask you, from the bottom of my heart, to do me a big favor . We will get to that later. About
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