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another pork in the night remembering she does not eat meat after a restaurant with no choices and the leftover discussion of what it means to waste food or lives or do you know how the animals are treated in their little cages with their little lungs they are starved injected with … Continue reading
i sometimes sit reading great poetry thinking what the fuck is this and i theorize quite poetically that everyone must’ve just got together one day probably a saturday because those are universally conceived as glorious and at a picnic with long sandwiches that could connect europe to america though there was a bit too much … Continue reading
the flesh finds bone dried dreaming of lakes of you who is no more than handfuls of love and blood and tomorrow built in like the sky though you stretch bigger like snow melting though you retain your form which sometimes includes being broken by every day and mostly the days that don’t happen that … Continue reading
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