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i went to a show to see a comedian and he gave me what i expected: laughter continually chuckling there by himself and perhaps knowing how big of a joke it was for me alone them alone we alone to gaze at him to try to feel less lonely ourselves * our lives are spent … Continue reading
the following isn’t what is could be * he died like a hot dog with the condiments of death sprinkled when the ketchup dried like relish of a haircut and a stank of something resembling mustard gas and stuffed with meat that was too jumbled to differentiate but that did look delicious at least on … Continue reading
recently, i am writing bits of change. this is so i can change into bits of writing when recent is not worth as much. * i wanted to become a doctor but i settled on a writer because then i could cure before the sickness and write-up * i should’ve been a good lawyer but … Continue reading
you are the moon against the night not quite seen and never understood until i land in the reflection as a small feat of human ingenuity and careless poems that look for softness in the empty spots and after finding them reading some of lines i’ve bounced around to and listening to you bounce back i realize … Continue reading
I’m told you’re a writer. Not really. What do you do then? Some things. Like what? I teach. What? Chemistry sometimes. Do you do chemistry? Not anymore. Then why teach it? I guess because I can, because I did do it for a while. Sounds like an excuse. Maybe. You must’ve not enjoyed it enough. … Continue reading
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