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I swam through a mass of sobbing brunettes on the way home today.
They wore dresses of white, all breathing at once, then all crying out like a great injured beast.
As I tried to walk forward, their twisted limbs groped listlessly at my hair and the legs of my jeans, all the while screaming at the sky.
Who or what they were mourning I couldn't tell, but
centerless, they sobbed and swelled, making a shallow puddle around their bare feet, eyes upward.
Suddenly, one of the women held my face in her hands. She was the only one who looked at me. She was still sobbing, but I could hear her voice in my head, whispering.
"We cannot go quietly to our grave
Though we all wish for the end.
We still have things to say so
we must scream.
We must scream.
We must scream."
She pulled me in for a firm embrace. I closed my eyes, and saw her entire life, from the womb all the way until this moment, embracing a stranger amidst the mass. And I understood.
WE MUST SCREAM.
WE MUST SCREAM.
WE MUST SCREAM.
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A Deer
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I was driving home from work on Glenshire Drive. The sky was a pale blue-grey, preparing itself for later bursts of orange. The car in front of me suddenly swerved to the right. It took me a second to register the evasive move and swerve myself. In that sliver of time I tried to focus on what was in the road. It was a deer, lying injured in the center. I saw no face, just a mess of twisted limbs. One of its legs moved slowly upwards, as if reaching out to someone. I pulled over a few feet ahead, but I didn't know what to do, so I gathered myself and put the car back in drive, thinking of the bug corpse splatters on my windshield, and how maybe tomorrow I'd be a faceless mess of limbs, reaching out to someone who couldn't see me.
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Mared Jurphy Reno, Nevada
noise//is//magic
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great sounds and stories, beautiful folktronica
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your liberator will one day be your oppressor
by Tyler Jordan
Incredible banjo/bass noise from my best friend
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pine needles and worms
by dylan kanner
gorgeous voice on this bloke, and touching lyrics
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