Hello friends.

cuz you ain't ever gonna see another good guy like him again...    Richard Paul Stankowski ii (12/23/78 - 10/05/13)

My smokestack,
the cloudmaker that grew me from a seed.
I've always had you there,
But ever took advantage of it.
Now that I can't...
I can't.

Richard Paul Stankowski Sr.
5-16-54 -- 1-9-11

Listening to my ankles click,
Waiting for the apocalypse.

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I can't dust the past off of my shoulder,
keeps clinging to my shirt seams.
but if it is right there,
how can I expect myself not to go back through it,
and tear myself apart for all the things I know I fucked up,
Willingly?

this pudding isn't so great anymore.

This pencil has wings,
It's ready to fly,
Just wondering how to put it in drive.
Barriers and blockades and walls and gates and locked doors,
keep everything,
that needs to come out,
in.
A flick of a switch would be too easy.
A change of setting is what we need.
Maybe change to location,
Or a little vacation.

Well,
the sun is up.
What is new?
It's cold,
raining,
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Feeling so,
Overextended?
Stretched,
Way past my limited limits.
Mind,
Racing,
Constantly.
About this and that,
Mostly,
Nothing really pressing,
Like the solution to world peace,
Or what-the-fuck-ever else.
But little things,
And not money,
Never money.
I want a nice couch when I have a house of my own.
I wonder why there is napkins, and paper towel.
Like that.

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And now these streets are empty because I don't know anyone but you.
The world is quieter now,
I'll just have to listen closer.

You make me feel shiny,
When I know that I'm rusty...