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i tend to believe that i will get to experience the fruits of my labor one day but like a slave after emancipation there is work tomorrow to do or find that tenderizes me till i’m raw and branded and forget what it was i was supposed to experience or believe * i am a … Continue reading
write about love everybody loves love so i do, deciding that love is doing despite possible procreative determinates, coming to: the dog fucked the other dog but both were fixed useless nightmares of panting and biting and lovely hope where later their bleeding pee betrays their hopelessness * i told her that i have the … Continue reading
scarfs like nooses and tongues out like dead men we feel the burning of being alive and the uniqueness of now that goes as we go till goon’s gone good * they will tell us that we did wrong because they are older and know more from mistaking more and we will nod get older … Continue reading
the following are what they aren’t more often than what they are. * life is a series of concessions that change serially * a day is made up of what we make out of the day * only happiness can show sadness only peace can augment anger only love can break up love and only … Continue reading
they have brought us here (my love and i) and separated us (my love and i) to different rooms mine dark, unseen, possibly cornerless with thoughts of whether her’s is better and if she is being treated alright which is what i wished for her from me (my love and i) because i assumed there … Continue reading
what went wrong when there was so much right before he says smoking haze blocking his eyes tumbling in his lungs lips lit red like a stop light until the night goes on door flapping open making wind and wishes of summer him drinking green liquid because it’s the cheapest thing at the bar where people … Continue reading
where do all the things go that were never said where do all those dreams die that were never accomplished where do all those people pass that we never turned into where do all those endings close that didn’t end the beginnings that never began the middles that never middled … Continue reading
there is something to be said about not having the words yet i just don’t know how to say it at the moment * without god i am left to believe that what i believe leaves me as i and that is a bit unfortunate because i am told there is so much more than … Continue reading
Hey blog. Hi. Are you busy? No. I brought you a present. Here. What’s this for? Your birthday. When was that? Look – I get it. I’m sorry. Me too. No, really. I’m sorry. I missed your birthday. I didn’t wish you on the 21st of April. I’m late. There’s no excuse… But? But… ya. … Continue reading
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