I spew all these words at you, releasing them from bonking around up in my noggin causing a ruckus.
The peeping tom has taken up running or biking whatever it is that requires two-piece spandex body suits and frequenting my coffee shop since I moved. — when I feel his eyes on me staring as I sit at my table, or staring as I enter from a walk; I would rather take an orangepeeler…
Read MoreWrite and publish a poem No one likes But you. sit outside a coffee shop and laugh at a baby learning how to use their arms. Go to noodles n company and bawl publicly about the tragic life and suicide of a woman you saw yourself in. drink a cold beer at a park while…
Read MoreLast night i scaled a tower being built as I went up in its elevator. when the door opened it revealed a single-tile floor, leaving space for two feet. — a passenger in the lift, remarked Anxiously, “this building is made entirely of books, how unsafe.” the other [testing the tile with a foot] Depressingly…
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“Her body just stopped working” the doctor continued, “Sometimes, when you’ve got bad enough depression and anxiety, your intestines grow in on themselves and kill you slowly.” “It doesn’t really matter what kind of lifestyle you decide to take or what kind of precautionary levels you strive to uphold, you will inevitably die of -excruciatingly-…
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When I Wrote you That note? your grandpa had just died; you were destroyed. you didn’t want to see me then. that’s when i knew, but i still hand-wrote you that note -anyway in purple ink. it was an extended list of compliments. [you could never take a compliment] “your singing voice and how badly…
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Let me Take off In my plane Of expectations. flying high enough to break every Wind barrier Of you. Sound and time will collapse In me from Upward plunge Past all Human Potential. — Landing-strip Pools of whiskey every flights destination; a timeshare self-destruction. — Expectation
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4 am Insomnia Snapchat, Your dick Does nothing For me Half day Slept away Oil pull Herbal hair put the fabric On the skin Go Outside Today Not even espresso can save you There will be No work Regretfully And Consciously You are sober. — https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2017/01/22/successful/…
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he’s got these women he weaves in and out like shift work. never touching, always brushing forces Uncommunicably; filling the gaps his miserable lonliness awake he can’t bare to face. son of god, trapped on that fabricated temple of entertainment, never wanting to be bothered on your time. says it’s easier to fall asleep with…
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