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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Wicked

Je veux envelopper mes bras autour de vous, mais vous ne me le permettez pas. Quel monde quel monde quel monde Me fondre.

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Spinster

short-shorted piggy-bunned riding that baby blue bike through the grass fronts of small business and edges of town on a monday day. — no one knows you’re 27. pedophiles eye you, suspiciously, that you know how traffic functions.

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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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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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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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Cue: Crassness & Gary Jules, Mad World

The stripper and the old man have deserted me. — being desensitized to walking past 3D models of cut-scenes in porn, [I’d skip past] APPARENTLY, can ruin one friendship. — the other equates me with either exhaustion of technological onslaught, or denied weight of immense guilt from displaced adulterous sexual tension. [but who’s counting?] —…

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the Brooklynian Joneseses

the fifty-something couple below me have more [loud] sex than me. they have accents, smoke cigarettes, and I hate them. [tho maybe, they are something-like happy.] — I, late twenty-something shut-in, am decidedly not settling for a partner just fine enough. [for now] I have [quiet] sex, alone, Which may Sound sad In reading. [tho…

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settling in white america

All across White Middle america There are the fathers There they are tucked away In their garages Hiding in their Spaces Lined with plywood Hiding in their Spaces Armed with power tools What can I build? to keep occupied Keep from thinking? Keep from Reflecting? on the Current boredom my life They sulk in their…

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