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excruciate work flow dead slow it is going to rain til Saturday before my friend got married he jumped out of a plane to say he did it just a whim in the video hurtling to the surface (Terra) he’s smiling big waiving to his friends look look look at me I’m really me I’m…… Continue reading Untitled

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surrounding myself in books and thought and silence and conversation I fall into meditative love and deeper quiet and look at deeper pains such as original pains wondering exactly where to go what will my future self be like will I like him will he be well received? what by then will be uprooted if…… Continue reading Untitled

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I’ve read too much of one thing not enough of the other have taken too much to heart my heart is full sometimes I feel like it’s about to give out but thoughts are thoughts I am not a chipmunk with puffy cheeks so to speak or I am in other ways… but what are…… Continue reading Untitled

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uncomfort is dis comfort clap it shut we care less lest we are truly abreast two down to one it is a different night my advice to you is somehow to see past the pain into beauty and spread your own beauty and this does not come from the barn burned hatred of yourself- you…… Continue reading Untitled

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not a soul to save there is no soul to save

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scratch out the bad lines- which? all the ones but how you can tell is with your sharpest eye get rid of those on your way down to the store

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to write to put yourself in a tight spot to write the day’s head holder to write a good fight without voices even raised write with CAPS lock so turned on to write at frivolous dawn to jump in a think tank of blank

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rushed writing timed writing I hit up the coffee shop with the 80s satellite radio I’m not saying it’s not fun because I know people who were born in the late 80s when for me we were enjoying the Youth Crew straightedge days I’d not write a thing down and if I did only to…… Continue reading Untitled

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keypunch oh the heat and the lag would like to rest on a bed of Indian food but I’ll settle for watching the cargo train ply by sleepy spice abundant Texas sun smile big like a helping of rice the size of your head generous grinning globe

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voice shot through a tin can funny like… hmmm the mouth is numb and the microphone is turned off it is standard operation and good work sweated toy the toil toiled