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Dear distant friend, I am bustling through Spain onboard a sleek, undisturbed universe of a bullet train with sun licking the already-burnt skin and a raw, restless summer peeking at countrysides past and farmlands unseen. My prose is the same unadulterated self-masturbatory streaking you are used to in a style shared with the likes of … Continue reading
Dear dear, Today you leave. Where to, I don’t exactly know. In some ways, I don’t think you know either. That’s why you are going. To leave this stew you have known, one that has grown old and stale and familiar. I sometimes think about her cheating on me. I sometimes wonder if it was I … Continue reading
Friend, Do you think of me? Do you think about the bits of shredded pieces we spent together, the time colliding into short snippets of nothing to nothing, of everything to everything else? Do you think of that bar? That club? My room? Do you think about not thinking, how sometimes in the thick of … Continue reading
dear friend who is four foot eight, you are big. you are immense. you are total. too often in the scrum of wants and failures, this knowledge is forgotten. more must be done. more is being is done. how can i join it? how can it join me? while these questions are necessary in a … Continue reading
i was told a family friend had four months left to live today. crying didn’t wash anything away, so i’m back here with all the life i got * i have taxes and expenses and those bills i still haven’t paid yesterday i was told i was dying with four months to live … Continue reading
Friend, Letters are the most important thing I got. I know because I winced at the starving thing, rewrote it as stuff, and replaced it back with thing like a veteran army marching to war after being beaten with steps that will surely be beaten again. Then I came back to this to tell you … Continue reading
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