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found poems are plagiarism & i have no ethics (an abridged list of the books scattered on my reading desk [1]) / drevlow

Baby please don’t go.

Everything is totally fine.

I’m sorry for everything in the whole entire universe.

What if I will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together?

The sun still shines on a dog’s ass, son of a gun, and love is a dog from hell.

Or something like that.

This is not a novel.

You & me.

Winners & losers.

Before I came home naked.

Here in the dark.

Something sexy, something stupid.

Something to do with self-hate.

Blood music and potted meat.

The Pale King.

Failure pie in a sadness face.

All that yellow.

The long way home.

Dreams I never told you, letters I never sent.

Time will break the world. 

The bar is low.

[1] Baby Please Don’t Go by Francois Camoin, Everything is Totally Fine by Zac Smith, I’m sorry for everything in the whole entire universe by Kyle Flak, What if I will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together? by Mira Gonzalez, The Sun Still Shines on a Dog’s Ass by Alan Good, Son of a Gun by Justin St. Germain, Love is a Dog from Hell by Charles Bukowski, Or Something Like That by Bud Smith, This is Not a Novel by David Markson, You & Me by Padgett Powell, Winners & Losers by Travis Grant, Before I Came Home Naked by Christina Olson, Here in the Dark by Meagan Lucas, Something Sexy, Something Stupid by Brian Alan Ellis, Something to Do with Self-Hate by Brian Alan Ellis, Blood Music by Frank Reardon, Potted Meat by Stephen Dunn, The Pale King by David Foster Wallace, Failure Pie in a Sadness Face by Brian Alan Ellis, All That Yellow by Chuck Kinder, The Long Way Home by Mike Chin, Dreams I Never Told You, Letters I Never Sent by David Wojciechowski, Time Will Break the World by Aaron Jacobs, The Bar is Low by Benjamin DeVos.

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