Nobody

Craves a fucking salad. chop me up and throw me into your mouth, crunch down on me and swallow eating me will not nourish you [but that isn’t what you’re going for] sweetheart, i will not make you beautiful but you will love me for it. — Crisp

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They Say

there’s always an eye opening moment before sobriety. The first time for me was the morning after waking up having dranken from the tank my miramo moss ball was floating in. — i remember drunk as fuck lifting the cold orb into my palms and pouring its contents down my throat until it was nearly…

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I’d Say

I felt bad for you, if I was to say anything at all. and that would be a lie. — bite your inner cheeks some more, babydoll. it’s ripe to be a long, lonely summer.

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We lost but They Won

I met this Lesbian couple at sex trivia. they got fat, happy, and a year married both changing their last name to Violet; pledging  to be different together.

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Calling Center it Quits

Hello, cartoons I kept on my desk. you are fired for not keeping me happy enough to compensate for the dreaded capitalistic decline.

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Read the Warning Signs

i spilled thoughts onto the floor last night but did not bother to clean the mess til morning. — scooping up and curating Old crumbs they professed, “he is everything you think he is. watch your step. do not miss picking up one of those sharp pieces. one day you’ll forget to step around it…

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Gypsy Punk Show Drool

I’m such A sucker for a dirty man in tight jeans. walk your U.K accent, long hair, suspender wearing-ass over here from the merch booth. talk to me In your native tongue about your crust punk, bohemian, disgusting whatever lifestyle. fuuuuck

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Blaine

i don’t remember you most of the time. It was 2005, or 6 & you worked at Starbucks. I didn’t remember your name, but you knew mine. — you messaged me on AIM, like we did back then. I was inexperienced, and you knew just what to say. i didn’t especially like you, but you…

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A Beautiful Prison For Them

This is where all of the horrible things live. I lifted it from my drawer and exhaled, “oh no,” accidentally letting my animal out of it’s cage. I forgot where My memories had moved to. I changed their address and lost their coordinates. — it was not a part of me anymore because [because] it…

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Those Eyes Have Seen Things Now

One of my neighborhood best friends growing up is a wanted fugitive for possession and dealing of “controlled substances” — we used to play “Can’t Touch the Ground,” “Kick the Can,” and shoot each other with squirt guns. Listen to Weird Al and try to wear moon shoes. — you used to put ice cubes…

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