THE VOICE OF GOD Ninety percent of what’s wrong with you could be cured with a hot bath, says God from the bowels of the subway. but we want magic, to win the lottery we never bought a ticket...
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The Devil’s Delusion I lie on my back in the lawnchair to study the trees claw up toward heaven. They have all the sap I lack. It’s doubt I send rivering cloudways in great boiling torrents, as...
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