Michele McDannold

Author's details

Name: Michele McDannold
Date registered: June 15, 2010

Latest posts

  1. Underground report: denver. — July 7, 2013
  2. Underground Pre-Report: Cleveland, Ohio. — July 7, 2013
  3. Underground report: Carlinville, Illinois. — July 7, 2013
  4. Underground Report: Jacksonville, Illinois. — July 7, 2013
  5. E.E. Cummings — July 7, 2013

Most commented posts

  1. Roundabouts — 6 comments
  2. Pass the Season — 5 comments
  3. You Can Call it What you Want — 5 comments
  4. This poem was pulled by the author — 4 comments
  5. revolution right now — 3 comments

Author's posts listings

Feb 01

Telephone Numbers Die in Los Angeles

If you try to use your cellphone in Los Angeles, you will become really lost and alone, because there is something about Los Angeles that causes cell phones to suddenly be run and controlled by strange companies; there is something in the sky that’s in the air in Los Angeles that contributes to the sound …

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Feb 01

And Then the Following Happened

I drank the exotic beer and then a hot German girl with milky, pale skin and big ones appeared, and then after that I ate the cat food and then a meadow appeared festooned with hundreds of animated fish, and then after that I brushed my teeth with the new toothpaste and then a photogenic …

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Feb 01

Holiday In Oaxaca

“Una cosa me da risa, Pancho Villa sin camisa.” I lift the flap of scalp, black as liver in the flashlight. I press it back in place. More or less. I stanch jets of blood–throbs of my own shrillness reddened, liquefied by mushrooms in a jungle omelette three days eaten. I press, feel bits of …

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Feb 01

All the Lesbians I’ve Ever Slept With: THE EX OF THE EX

We’ve all done it. Haven’t we? I mean, obviously, I am a raging degenerate with absolutely no morals and very little self-respect, but come on. Even if you haven’t, don’t try and tell me you’ve never for one minute thought about it. I’m talking, of course, about the ex-girfriend’s ex-girlfriend. That forbidden fruit, that notoriously …

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Feb 01

Outsourcing

i am no longer trying to write the great American novel it’s too time consuming & cuts into my online social networking time so i have outsourced all of my journals, notebooks & personal scribblings to a remote village in northern India where they are busy weaving it all into some semblance of American literature …

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Feb 01

Nicotine Wiggle of the Carcinogen Cowboy

what have we become? watch close you might see static positions flowing through a carpal tunnel syndrome a voice lost somewhere beneath the pillow under the bed behind the computer monitor hidden sinkholes in a virtual sandbox a lustful breath drifts from one strange mouth to the next violent erections scramble the internet porn while …

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Feb 01

Neo-Zine

I have a small PO box in the foyer of my building. Whenever I get something big in the mail, that means I have to walk about a mile to my inner city post office. So, getting snail mail for me is a double edged sword. It makes me happy as fuck, but, I’ve got …

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DVTCRFM: gorgon dread. December 7, 2012

DVTCRFM: gorgon dread. December 7, 2012

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Wednesday Night Service: Heads Will Roll. December 5, 2012

Wednesday Night Service: Heads Will Roll. December 5, 2012

Dec 01

There Once Was a Woman Called Mom and I Was Her Son and I Sucked On Her Tits After I Was Cut Out of Her, Only After She Got Rid of That Nasty Infection Like the Night Before I Went to College When I Went Out With Friends That I Don’t Talk to Anymore and Cried About How Afraid I Was Because I Was Afraid and Knew That Only She Could Make Me Feel Small Even Though She Was Now the Small One and I Was The One That Held Her as She Told Me How I Made Her Feel Old and How She Hated Her Double Chin and Wrinkles and I Thought About How I Just Wanted to Buy a Beer and How I Didn’t Want to Worry Anymore About the Future Even Though I Just Started as I Put My Head On Her Chest and She Said ‘Ow’ and I Felt Somehow Guilty

I told her “Thank You.” I didn’t mean it. –Connor Syrewicz

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