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give it sky how to break a cardiologist assured of strict causes for diseases give them heartache how to destroy a worker proud of their job, their rough hands, their daily tiredness give their factory automation how to suffocate a sinner give it blessings how to deny the dead give them … Continue reading
do not worry about success the queen and king enter the same box as the pawn play the game that will leave the board drawn with your presence win or loss * hey universe mind missing me with your bullshit today because i am you at your worst your unbearable a need to break … Continue reading
the following are sparkles of a dying fire. not enough warmth, even less wood, and too much smoke. * we wonder what to do with the day but there is nothing more than you * people crave views to feel alive but they forget that those who jump always seek the highest point too * … Continue reading
it happened a microwave nuked the leftovers a computer estimated the best route to an empty home a burrito-shaped man rolled into a used-to-be-fitted suit announced that robots had been made that can do it all that humans could do but better people clapped and then they stopped for a robot (it could be … Continue reading
she said she wanted it rough so i gave her a few years of emotional disregard and the impregnation of a dull sky that fails to separate nights against the suffocating sum of days with hands on her neck that bear the birth of bottled giraffes learning how to unwalk on the floor along with … Continue reading
on the job we laugh and laugh and laugh telling jokes about each others’ lives their wives their coffee their food their children who always are a sloppy combination of the three their early childhood their aimless ambitions their fucking fantasies their cars which look more or less the same their troubles which aren’t so … Continue reading
she tells me i am clay while padding my belly and that i should not try to mould myself to anything but me even if the couch slouches into my flab like a friend lamenting the same as her later fingers moved away now but imprinted still who says i am not dirt i am … Continue reading
it was not the loss of love of you that made me leave it was that i lost the love of me leaving always to where you were but mostly weren’t * meat tries for more than meat searching for something but there is nothing more than meat creating meat for meat later on … 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
each sleep we rehearse the goodbyes of somehow not enough despite this night before where we wondered how we touched each other so deep with only these fingers that have been known to fumble and not know what to do next with the bra the brail the frail human soul stuck in our nails that … Continue reading
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