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Ready again.
Wake up, the ceiling’s spinning. Lay in bed and see the stucco swirl, see the brick air. Your mattress is damp from the concrete and you can hear palms slapping against pillars, so he’s strung out again. Love your industry for what it is. For where you are. A half-roll before you remember you’re surrounded by your own library.
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Pavement.
Say goodbye for the night. Again and again and more and more harder rushed fuelled taste of before. Give it a shot. Give it up. Give in to nothing.
Give in to all of it at once. Embody decadence. Light up under the overpass. Breathe harder, walk slower, and listen to everything.
Little lush. -
Tracks.
Starts with an idea, gets postponed once twice; rain, tired. Finally, a decision, communicate intentions, guests arrive. Admire from afar. Discuss elaborate plans that grow with every sentence - we're out of control, what are we drinking? Refills. Steam. So many matches burnt to the end. Another tumbler. Disdain for sterility. Sortez avec. ( Read more... ) -
Lines.
Let's joke about narcissism and pull furniture home and construct new forest lives on one side of the room ( Read more... ) -
Not enough yet.
I'm unsure of daytime and night.
And whether I am awake or asleep.
But I'm back at the piano.
If my eyes will stay open.
If I can remember where I was last night.
I'll welcome back the wires and bricks.
Don't eat. -
Standard.
I miss a year ago, realizing.
Now I cut up magazines and hate the taste of mouthwash and listen to "Capsize" loudly in the morning and spray citrus clove and mourn spilled Djarums and take too much pleasure in folding my laundry.
I rearrange. And everyone knows several things about me. -
Cue.
Guess what,
the typewriter is dusty and there are skins and peels strewn
But I listen to voices through tweet and woof that spin rapid
rapid like finger-pricks and waiting for results
I check things off lists
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Falling slowly.
I want my memories to slide and fade, like a puzzle or board game that's missing another piece every time you play. I want to be everything and tell stories any way I can and have people listen. I want security. I want to get bored and break free. I want to go from place to place and take pictures of all the rooms I sleep in and all the people ( Read more... ) -
Glimpse.
I've offered up nothing.
I'm happiest with post-sunsets, tree-lined paths, forgotten and tucked-away benches, the undersides of bridges, walking 'til my feet hurt and my hands are frozen, clove cigarettes, dyed hair, jackets, a bag full of notebooks, glass bottles, the highest levels of parking garages, matchboxes, tea, Noble Beast playing in the ( Read more... ) -
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I'm tired from all this fast living.