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With her I am not any better but I am also no worse, which she would tell me is better and I would say worse because I disagree with her and then, when there is no then, I’d find out the best and worst without her * Though no man is an island a woman … Continue reading
I tried to find heaven by climbing up a mountain but I only found a place where trees don’t grow and people don’t either * Is everyone just sex embodied in a tie of you and I when we whelp and find beauty in the ugly things we do with our fingers which include this … Continue reading
There are too many people so it can be forgiven that I know none of them including myself who just found out how alone he was and worse yet how those people can be more alone than him and worst of all how his loneliness makes him want to do nothing about it about them for they … Continue reading
Reality is a man grasping at a straw when it’s actually a stick and from afar it’s nothing at all, both the man and the straw * No one sits besides me on a bus but I suppose it is my fault for not sitting beside someone else first, which is probably why no one … Continue reading
The land: a dalmatian of summer and shade soaked with green and imprints where giants used to step to carve out the land: bikers moan up the dried sea that’s turned to asphalt and neatly divided white lines with cars renewing the ancient roars that echo across the land: industry worn and inefficient punches of … Continue reading
Who are these people who am I each passing one another as a blurred, faint goodbye I want to last and to laugh and not limp but this is the end of a leg of a wimp who found out who he was when he was convinced he was nothing only to find out he … Continue reading
August is a Sunday where rain brings the smell of fall from the dwindle of dandelions and sunflowers and the tried and tired sunbathers who don’t go in because the water is too cold when they are just too warm and the day is almost over as the Mondays of September tumble in =
It began with you and I it ended with you and I but in between there was you and I and nothing else truer better lovelier than us, unless it were going back to the beginning to have everything else * Sleepy beauty snoring a fantasy for this subway where we meet in my dreams … Continue reading
We have decided after much deliberation and discussion that you don’t deserve to die with dignity but in the wonderment of what could’ve been if you belonged elsewhere if you were content if your career fit if you were worth it if you weren’t if you woke up at five am every night because of … Continue reading
It was just regular routine of waking and masturbating when the funeral procession passed by my window with a woman, or what was left of her, wearing white to cover what wasn’t while I grabbed flesh hard and happy and good just a bit tighter ya a bit like that slower, fuller, redder like the cars … Continue reading
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