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love gave me the worst love of my life and i suppose i still loved it best of all * you feel like shit but at least that means you’re still making waste still feeling still have all this shit to lose * relationships are the remains of corpses that sired you into it all … Continue reading
it is a shame that after all the disasters bred into what we consume there is only art to make it better and the realization later when stuffed like roadkill with maggots that art is not enough * i think i will not last if only because lasting means that i will have to not … Continue reading
the moon and earth were born from breaking so it is no wonder we hurt so much realizing soon how sad it is that the earth and moon cannot hurt but still break like us against the loneliness of our birth * with total fire it is common to mistake the smoke for clouds of … Continue reading
women are universes giving birth to universes that tie expanding infinity to the outstretched fingers of the baby that becomes a girl who will grope the night sky with loneliness * and then we were two people sitting together with nothing to do but watch the sun die into the abyss wondering if it cries … Continue reading
don’t fret to feel nothing is to be for it was here first still is containing the universe in ceaseless bounds that stretches like fingers to warm water to hold the stories that feel your pain of being * rejection is a gift it allows you the moment to reassess to reconsider to see where … Continue reading
i am a transition (no you’re not) a man becoming woman (brother, help a sister out) like grass becoming bushes (to give and get some sense here) bushes trees (to help and to change) the indent in the paragraph knowing to move on is to damage (you’re ruined, damned, not worth it, wrong, wrong, wrong) … Continue reading
the cicadas come after nineteen years of silence oozing in the dirt to the sun and sky to yell at the top of their wings that they have been finally given a voice that they will not waste for they must mate and mourn then die after two weeks and after planting the next nineteen … Continue reading
the following is the indiscernible sludge after a microwave has been used for a few years and has not been cleaned because you only use it once a week, if that, and it’s your coworkers job to pitch in too and you’re a little afraid of the radiation which you’ve been told isn’t very high … Continue reading
we have lost the language of the broken and been left only with poetry that breaks to give us back the words one line by one line by one line till with images of us dangling life lines in fluffy yellow slippers we’re lost again * choose being spirit don’t wait for soul * we … Continue reading
i thought i wasn’t thinking until i held out my hand in belief and callous developed to break hearts after following a shadow which hid underneath my mother’s eyes like a child under a blanket listening to a fight that must’ve not ended yet since whenever a beginning began and hearing silence then footsteps then … Continue reading
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