Betrayal is An Unmarked Grave

the first time you trust a pack of hungry dogs to watch your newborn, they will relish in ripping and devouring its tender flesh; knawing bits of stubborn cartilage til there is nothing left to feast on. — they hiss and growl at you for not having more.

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Somber Sobriety

My brain wakes up and cries for the death of its living baby. so used to hurling ourselves [booze] down the hatch, the still afterwake unscathed is surreal; like crying when happy, our system malfunctions.

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Finding a tiny feather on the sidewalk does not mean you can grab it. do not try to nail it down beneath claws; the wind will pick it up and fly it away [do not try to make nest of it] it may look like a part of you, but it is not you, or…

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Addiction: Middle Management of Capitalism

exertion charred lungs feel good after branding, though spin class is actual hell. endorphins, you are not booze or coffee, but you are okay [for now] — suddenly there is so much more to do. Not addiction constrained to certain locations everywhere is a place to be; my body, unhooked from IV free to explore.…

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Sexual Autonomy: Capitalistic “Free Market” Style

the subject jailed in her own brain cell is released after a near decade Of rehabilitated self-confinement. “To any boy who has never been used as pole, alone, I welcome you.” After a lifetime of prolonged dis-value of her pleasure, and relentless stealing of her sex, she locked herself in her own head; As inmate…

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rules about love from a naive mind

one) love is a many pronged creature   it doesn’t know it’s own name   it is homeless even if you build walls around it it is afraid of you it has experienced this world   if you try to call out to it   it will cock it’s head at you   like the…

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