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These walls are paper thin. My neighbor tests them daily. On mornings he showers, and usually sings something off key. Days that he should be at work, he plays Jimmy Hendrix with too much bass. The scent of marijuana permeates throughout the halls. A few nights a week a voice will be calling his name. The sound of it changes occasionally. Some time ago, two voices heard one another. They both began calling his name in anger, along with a few expletives. Every week a loud pounding finds his do...

Life is like… a box of chocolates you say? Cliché! The way they run... and drip... and slip... Trickling all the way down... to your lips, hips, thighs. For that instant high, that exhilaration. That certain cheap thrill with the frill of cherry nougat and caramel. Life is this? You know what you get. It’s scribed on the box, Yet you outfox yourself, and blind yourself with empty excuses and deformed smiles. All the while going about business backwards. Moonwalking your way: downtown, Chinato...

You glance at my kneecap expecting it to talk. They glaze, your eyes, into the center of a pinhole. The wallpaper whispers notions of your smoking habits. Then you say, “make it rhyme” and I say, “make it dance.” But there is no purpose in that. Your smile lowers to your hips. Those hairs march off the back of my neck. Twelve feet, twenty four, Rapunzel clogging the drain. A fat man once used these towels, the same way you are now. Our suitcases are filled with orchid tails and scattered quil...

I am the American Dream... the portly bully with enlarged pores and fat sweaty knuckles. Ready to pounce on the meek and minority, to steal milk money and drain other’s dreams. I am the American Dream... forever leather and platinum blonde. With parts that are real expensive, to entice the crippled man with a silver spooned mouth and gold rimmed teeth. I am the American Dream... having all I ever wanted: televisions, twelve packs, conditioned air, conditioned care, on demand gratification. Gl...