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For a while now, I have felt like I need to cry and I don’t know why, which I suppose is reason enough to cry, but I do not, which I suppose is another reason to cry. * Goldfish have more recognition than you about how far we’ve sunk, but I guess we forgot how … Continue reading
Wake up each day as though you’re straight from hell ready to fuck up heaven if it gets in your way, and then, create paradise. * There was a poet I knew who paid for their living with poetry because she printed each stanza, each line and rhyme on a hundred dollar bill and the … Continue reading
Sitting on a dick that’s limp she reminds me of the happiest day of my life when I am five and my father brings a cake to wish me a happy birthday and he says he’s happy really happy and so am I – both of us the happiest after a life he pieced together … Continue reading
I want to convince you that I am worth it because of the times we’ve had loving, licking, and outlining our figures in fingers that can tickle and massage and imprint a person with madness if they are taken away too quickly like a reverse burn felt first from the inside then moving out guzzling everything around in … Continue reading
The sun sets when the day begins for I hoist myself above my balcony with cars below and people above and I am happy that I have a choice to be happy or not with just a baby step, though I am a nested bird that is afraid of heights. * Night is too short. … Continue reading
The most renewable resource is boredom and the most limited is time, so: waste away well. * What are the whites of America afraid of in ceasing to be a majority? Is there a history of mistreating minorities? Is there systematic pain and injustice? Is there inequity? Is there a country built on the blood of … Continue reading
I smoke to see my breath at its best and to know that I am alive, at least for a while. Sure, a shorter while if I didn’t huff and puff but that’s the sacrifice of knowledge outside of paradise. * Hold nothing against me for I do not hold myself against you – I … Continue reading
The bus cradles me to sleep while the city yawns awake to rain that drowns the living and the dead with tongues that are never quiet hydrated and mouths that are never quiet full, but always stinking and always completely empty even with other people drizzling in and out like the bus that stops until I … Continue reading
The problem with woman is that they take you away from art and the problem with art is that it takes you away from woman and the problem with both is that if done right, they are objects that feed each other like a snake biting its own tail because it’s addicted to the hallucination … Continue reading
If only there were classes on how to be lonely, classes where we’d sit by ourselves in a room with a small desk that only one elbow can rest on and a chair that teeters on one leg and where we cannot see the walls, only the frame of a ceiling with single lights dangling … Continue reading
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