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<title>Half Scary (Part 2)</title>
<link>http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1483</link>
<description>IV

When I leave my home
I see the same car.
It's a white SUV
with a black skull 
painted on the hood.
The first time I saw the car
I thought Half Scary was the driver.
But he isn't.
You are the driver.


V

Half Scary knocks on my door.
He's holding a birthday cake
but it isn't my birthday.
Half Scary is smiling.
He hands me a present
wrapped in rainbow paper.
I wait for a second.
&quot;Thank you,&quot; I say.

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<title>Half Scary (Part 1)</title>
<link>http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1482</link>
<description>I

I spend the afternoon
throwing cotton balls at clouds.
There is a man 
who lives around here
named Half Scary.
He comes to my door
after I have run out of cotton balls.
&quot;Half Scary,&quot; I say,
&quot;how are you feeling today?&quot;
Half Scary opens his mouth
and a blood spattered bat flies out.
I shake my head.
I close the door.
In my bedroom there's 
an angry cloud waiting for me.



II

There's another man 
in this town
who is building a...</description>
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<title>the dotter of the Surrogate</title>
<link>http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1479</link>
<description>is not the Surrogate's dotter. Biology plays a bit part, being shit.  Shit, you may have heard, is of the body and must be embraced. Wrapped in cloaks of feces, the lovers of excess understand by what foul logic the child must be removed, cleaned, and offered up to the expense-paying proxies. (Because the surrogate, having no inner resources, clearly must hate the squalling thing.)  Unlike those educated in the finer shitpoints, the surrogate admits hatred into the building (usually...</description>
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<title>the Protectorate's dotter</title>
<link>http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1478</link>
<description>knew a bit about second fiddle.  Inside her second fiddle case, there was no need for a weapon like the mafia do it.  So she carried a fiddle in her second fiddle case, a second fiddle, and with it took second chair in the children's symphony.  She was second there only to one other child, who practiced more.  The Protectorate's dotter had immense talent but was not driven to prove it.  She was salutatorian of her high school class, and did not bother to win a Westinghouse, though she was...</description>
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<title>the dotters of Men</title>
<link>http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1477</link>
<description>were more like dotters than sons.  Were more yes than no.  More snappish than pliant, more shoulders than knees.  Wore more wool than silk.  The dotters of Men had more fire than flint, more creole than pigeon, sauce than sugar.  They roughened more than smoothened, shat more than squealed, tossed about more often than welled up at the corners.  They wore themselves threadbare before having themselves replaced.  The newer models they knew to be flimsier, a thin yogurt, with less...</description>
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<title>Shrapnel's dotter</title>
<link>http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1476</link>
<description>hated shrapnel.  The way it got all through, the way it was said to infect.  Shrapnel's dotter had become a physician's assistant because of her mediocre MCAT's, because support from the family was lackluster.  She could do nearly all a physician could do, which irritated her when she was waiting to get prescriptions signed by Dr. Freed talking on his cell to his wife.  Apparently, there was algae in the pool filter.  Shrapnel's dotter did okay, no Lexus, no Prada, some nightly Skyy.  Okay....</description>
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<title>the Typist's dotter</title>
<link>http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1475</link>
<description>played the clarinet.  It was so musical, and there was the whole open mouth thing, the stroking of the reed with the flat of the tongue, the gentle bites that nudged the pliable wood into correct contact with the mouthpiece.  She liked especially the upper register.  She liked it bird-in-the-tree rather than bird-in-the-water.  It mattered to her that the rhythms written for the clarinet were substantively different than the rhythms written for flute or for oboe.  She did not yearn to...</description>
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<title>Gossip</title>
<link>http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1472</link>
<description>Did you hear — Pinky Snortbutton proclivitized the socialist schemes vehemently.
Then when snuffle sharded Hairy Humbug repented,
the whoopsies who lived in the stone forest next door actualized plentiful anyway. 

Meanwhile Piggy Sleuthbrethren rekindled those waxen imaginariums
and started slinking toward mayhem. He may or may not hem her in. 
He may or may not. Ho hum. 

Harmony Spelunker on the other hand was devoted to her shiatzu rhizome dander of 
a dharma poodle but when...</description>
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<title>Rosary</title>
<link>http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1471</link>
<description>Put on your liturgical pelt, Little Colorado 
I'm the leaf the rod the rather upright lean
creator of seediness and dearth

Deceived by the roly poly baby bjorn on a whacked-out timeline
until the verging Mary herself was snuffed, held on haunches high
was cruise-ified deep-fried, then berried. Yum. Amen.

Failed wary full of face the lowered is kissing
your pestered brow a tongue lumen
and petered is the flute of your wound Jesus

Lowly prairie other than sod
give us some hay...</description>
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<title>Study</title>
<link>http://www.notellmotel.org/index.php?id=P1470</link>
<description>Go study Apollo with plants on your desk
study the aorta. Indians. Appalling missionaries
who gathered on the shores of islands.
Study the ankle, each nymph and node
ancestry, the text, bible, barometer,
Greek study mosaics baseball ancient battles
the noose Colorado colorblindness
economics French study St. Francis
the frail angels' faces
study the composites lined in blue
the fox fractions and decimal
study Freud free enterprise and
radical solutions to...</description>
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