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won’t you teach the boys that there is nothing to learn in your voice of contrition and confusion after ghosts gave way to host a celebration to the violence that decapitated them staring there with eyes dripping hunger onto the floor where the boys play cops and robbers saying there can’t be a girl criminal … Continue reading
i want to tell you that i too have no wants untold that i am complete like a snail shell with being but i sometimes feel left behind to empty and hole up with sands that come after the city is ground into its elements and glass remains a liquid slow moving wearing on your … Continue reading
it is horrible that there is no disaster that made humanity cave into that special lonely realization reserved for that third vodka shot that holds that horror that leaves you wondering why there is that many people in the world that serve no other function then to not notice that you are dancing with the … Continue reading
you have come despite a life that often doesn’t to try to find meaning or a break or a laugh you deserve and i want to give it to you with the beauty of now which is then which is which and the always confusing magic of attempting to know a really that’s already gone … Continue reading
if you are going to fail anyways why not try wildly if sadness seeks why not humble happiness if you’re going to die why not live before * chance is a promiscuous girl already married to a man who you’d meet one day unknowingly in the beauty of summer in an event you find out … Continue reading
white stains like skulls on the bedsheets she wakes up buried beside me a miracle of morning clambering for coffee that she could choke on if only today didn’t hold the confusion of why aren’t you up yet you have to get going no one can know about this her butt bends light with … Continue reading
aren’t there better ways to better aren’t to allow us to move into and out of us as we come to know unknowing as we repeat to repeat to as we crave the attempt of sussing something out of this nothing that has crawled among the gap of our elbows where we were the only … Continue reading
i wonder if he wondered if i knew if he thought about how big i was tough there with my hands in my pants imagining you when you were with me showing me what to think with my thing which is no more than do and do it well a lesson in expanding oneself to … Continue reading
when you are alone know it could be worse for you could be a lone the suffocating space in between not knowing you could compound something together like the sun’s outstretched fingers tickling the land for one last laugh that will consume the sky with a day never yet seen not because of history rambling … Continue reading
death is a memory of the nothing again where you watch the universe laugh against your fading tickling touch like the sun that spreads fingers onto the land onto you a piece of the land who is going back home to the place where no one has yet complained with your fingers clenched into night … Continue reading
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