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a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
It Takes Village
Takes time to notice. Like a year.
Didn't feel anything. Concern only
for self. Distracted. Good and dis...
By what I, of what others. Too.
An old decision. Lived by now.
Just notice. Just bend the fuck over
backward. Take it. Without expected.
Isn't that why anyways...desire the
un--desirable. The inability to. Real.
Security. Warm avoidance and self.
Didn't feel anything. Concern only
for self. Distracted. Good and dis...
By what I, of what others. Too.
An old decision. Lived by now.
Just notice. Just bend the fuck over
backward. Take it. Without expected.
Isn't that why anyways...desire the
un--desirable. The inability to. Real.
Security. Warm avoidance and self.
#poetry
#stoptalking
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#itsobvious
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#anditsembarassing
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#deletedcontact
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#itsobvious
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Thursday, October 17, 2013
And You Lost Like Over a Sixth of Your Life, Stolen. Kidnapped, So? Deal With It.
counting steps again
going for hours
look down
swinging to Broken Bells
and memories
understand nothing, also
absorb--seek nothing
pointed, not likely, argue
going for hours
look down
swinging to Broken Bells
and memories
understand nothing, also
absorb--seek nothing
pointed, not likely, argue
Cathartic Art
Fuck that mess.
Labels:
art,
deep thoughts,
funny,
incredible,
poetry
Monday, October 7, 2013
Meat
Something really, really new, and I'm sparing with it, even when pretending, but that's okay, it follows my age, and I've been thinking of me lately, like that oldness, like that Kate, and her ways, and how she can--everything--and I can--nothing--after all. Only.
Fuck That Mess
All the time.
It was good too
so I will find a little space
to do it again.
But don't wait up all night
we'll erase the morning
It was good too
so I will find a little space
to do it again.
But don't wait up all night
we'll erase the morning
Screwdriver melody
Work, work. Work, work.
You better work bitch.
earnestly agree with
You better work bitch.
And No sleep til
You better work bitch.
earnestly agree with
You better work bitch.
And No sleep til
DRRYYHHMMPP
Body. Body. Close.
Hungry, I suppose.
I don't settle.
But I can sink in. Move again.
Make things easy.
Hungry, I suppose.
I don't settle.
But I can sink in. Move again.
Make things easy.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Ginger
Pulling on beads. Pearl necklace.
Moving like a whouse
after 24 hour, attract.
Red, with coded envy.
Beat sure of. Being under anything.
under, grateful hurries.
Fire shot, caught
lattices do shake
too far underweight.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
"And, I Mean, I Have This Much Left to Learn, and It Can Fix Anything, and I Need a Hug, It's the One Thing It Can't Fix...
With sister, Whole Foods, months ago, bathroom.
Left her alone. Out. Near imported cheese.
Bugged out Yogi dude. Eyes. Handstands. Eyes.
Pale, and glazed, and much like Flea’s.
He wants a hug. No. He needs a hug. Handshake.
She. Uncomfortable but willing. A sob story away.
Old, so old. And staring. I take one for the team.
Over-used. Texture. Describe the damage. Skin.
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