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Winter is carried on the wind of carnage and caught in the leaves left ruined and falling onto me as I sit alone wishing for better company than the snow that’ll bury me if I sit here watching the summer sun soak one more time in a season that is too long and another that … Continue reading
I heard you wanted to be someone when you were older but age is a testament to becoming someone else than you planned and then when it is all over becoming something else entirely * All those people so sure and solid in their opinions are dead now, I’m sure of it * She shared … Continue reading
I is a single sliver of many mes and one of the many yous shared by the all of wes * We’re sitting across from each other and there’s nothing to say except trying to make my interests more interesting my life more lively and my me more meaningful by including her and reminding her … Continue reading
She said I can’t keep keeping your keep and I didn’t know my sadness was tarnishing her like her sadness was tarnishing me and that we were stuck trying to see who is the most ruined by each other even as our eyes worsened by looking at us and so we hurt ourselves more by … Continue reading
Adulthood is the decomposition of children where each day is another death that whistles weary and forgotten by those few bodies who never learned how to whistle despite hearing it everywhere * How could we not talk after sharing each other in hugs and humps though I suppose we did not talk much during it … Continue reading
Reality is a man grasping at a straw when it’s actually a stick and from afar it’s nothing at all, both the man and the straw * No one sits besides me on a bus but I suppose it is my fault for not sitting beside someone else first, which is probably why no one … Continue reading
The land: a dalmatian of summer and shade soaked with green and imprints where giants used to step to carve out the land: bikers moan up the dried sea that’s turned to asphalt and neatly divided white lines with cars renewing the ancient roars that echo across the land: industry worn and inefficient punches of … Continue reading
Who are these people who am I each passing one another as a blurred, faint goodbye I want to last and to laugh and not limp but this is the end of a leg of a wimp who found out who he was when he was convinced he was nothing only to find out he … Continue reading
It was just regular routine of waking and masturbating when the funeral procession passed by my window with a woman, or what was left of her, wearing white to cover what wasn’t while I grabbed flesh hard and happy and good just a bit tighter ya a bit like that slower, fuller, redder like the cars … Continue reading
It is not the absence that will bleed but the silence of knowing they are somewhere else being quiet present like a flower that grows in cement without a sound while the concrete wears each season, each blossom and soon, buildings collapse and screams can’t be heard from the outside * They tell you to … Continue reading
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