Paul Zarathustra Kemp
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Paul Kemp has Swiss Arms.
The writings of Paul Zarathustra Kemp
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Renting a van with two of your closest co-workers. Taking that 8-5 anxiety and compressing it — jamming it inside an 80-mile-per-hour overloaded grocery-go-getter.
The distinct aroma of greasy McDonald’s wrappers, the surround smell of styrofoam enriched coffee, and bladders on the turbulent brink.
Putter-purring engine, strip club billboards shouting, ‘FREE SHOWERS FOR TRUCKERS’, and silence.
We make [...]
Every Tree Has an Alpha Sloth
April 5, 2008 - 9:07 pm
Tags: nance
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My deluxe and low-cal so-called microwave “Philly Pannini” was getting unsettlingly cold to the touch. Meanwhile, the receiver between my ear and shoulder was getting warmer. My temper was mysteriously in-check.
All I could do was smile and think of this as an inevitable conclusion — one last legendary University of Florida phone loop of logic. [...]
Nance Mustly
August 23, 2007 - 11:06 pm
Tags: nance, office
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Nance Mustly sat contentedly in front of the pale glow of her flatscreen monitor. Her lips curled up with tremendous excitement: an email. Queen of the morning listserv, she ruled with an iron fist.
The 14th of June in the Year of Our Dearest Lord, 2007:
Please note that all employees as of June 16th must receive [...]
Lame Duck
March 28, 2007 - 10:30 am
I was working late underneath the football stadium — stacking chairs and rolling them into storage. My head hung low, I wiped beads of sweat with a tired forearm — a frame in which I saw a tiny blonde across the room. Her blue eyes splashed out from behind her oversized black apron, pale skin, [...]
Smart Flush
March 20, 2007 - 12:52 pm
Tags: poetry
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They tell me you’re great
Cascading when I squat
Fearing major loss
of hygiene
More Than Corn
February 27, 2007 - 11:09 pm
Tags: runzelspoon
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Carol’s sky blue Festiva pulled into Mickey’s short slanted driveway. He rubbed his hands together and exhaled through rounded lips — watching the steam burst into the open starry sky. The door opened and legs jutted forth as evidence of a full, good natured ride. He nestled in — squirming his way to the middle [...]
