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Sometimes I just stare at this and wonder what the heck do I do now and then I remember something like this some of the times * I’ve been hiding in places I don’t fit since I was young and running away from my father who didn’t fit all that well either even though there … Continue reading
Where does grief go when it’s gone maybe back to her and her smile oh, there it goes again * I tried to write the world in a work but I didn’t want to get to the end of creation like this without you hearing about the beginning of how I tried to … 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
Fuck it all before it all fucks you by taking you to some place nice and high and important because you must be with an education that told you you could and a job that tells others they couldn’t and a family who you tell the coulds from the couldnts including you and what you’re … Continue reading
With her I am not any better but I am also no worse, which she would tell me is better and I would say worse because I disagree with her and then, when there is no then, I’d find out the best and worst without her * Though no man is an island a woman … Continue reading
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
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
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