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There are too many people so it can be forgiven that I know none of them including myself who just found out how alone he was and worse yet how those people can be more alone than him and worst of all how his loneliness makes him want to do nothing about it about them for they … 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
August is a Sunday where rain brings the smell of fall from the dwindle of dandelions and sunflowers and the tried and tired sunbathers who don’t go in because the water is too cold when they are just too warm and the day is almost over as the Mondays of September tumble in =
It began with you and I it ended with you and I but in between there was you and I and nothing else truer better lovelier than us, unless it were going back to the beginning to have everything else * Sleepy beauty snoring a fantasy for this subway where we meet in my dreams … Continue reading
We have decided after much deliberation and discussion that you don’t deserve to die with dignity but in the wonderment of what could’ve been if you belonged elsewhere if you were content if your career fit if you were worth it if you weren’t if you woke up at five am every night because of … 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
I don’t know much and I know even less than that on days where the sun doesn’t set and instead keeps strong like a single celled organism that is devouring the sky, but I think that love is just a lie people tell people whom they trust
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