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<title>Jesse Miller - Free Library Land Online - Poetry</title>
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<title>Unwrap Your Candy</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/jesse-miller/unwrap_your_candy.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/jesse-miller/unwrap_your_candy_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Unwrap Your Candy" alt ="Unwrap Your Candy"/></a><br//>Thom's life has a soundtrack. Unseen glass phalluses&#8212;thousands of them&#8212;whirring softly along conveyer belts on the other side of the factory wall. The snap and splash of eggs against plaster. The scratch-fizz-tang of cigarette lighters being flipped again and again. A thousand throats swallowing a thousand swigs of beer; a thousand sets of lungs choking on a thousand French inhales. Hard fists sinking into soft flesh; soft chunks dropping onto hard sidewalks. Plop-flush-drain repeat. And moonsong, high above, forever calling and calling, "Stud, rub 'er with the Stud Rubber." If only it were so simple. Imagine Woody Allen made a movie about Dilbert and James Joyce wrote the screenplay. That's what you should expect from Jesse Miller's Unwrap Your Candy.]]></description>
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