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versifier, like spelling bee champions drugging themselves.

spooked in the underground

i have to get a wing and a wheel tattooed on me now.

pens are going to be ridiculous for the next six years, fuck.

texas produces some of the best music.

Folders for files filled the top rack of my closet and I was peeking in to grab a shirt hanging from the hanger hanging from a pole parallel to the door, open and where I’m standing, still deciding. Arranged by type then color, the t-shirts and polos and button-ups and long sleeves and jackets all juxtaposed just at the right distance, and all ( Read more... )

I didn’t sleep at all during the night that faded on my cheeks becoming morning. A chill wafted my room and my cigarette, then, tasted cleaner. I was at peace, draped like silk over an armchair. The colors of angry salmon stretched the sky, towards wherever. Towards another writer in another apartment, another blank nametag bearer beat-up by ( Read more... )

i ran the baseline to the bass line and removed a bass from the line, it flatlined, and I laid it in the grass; my flat stretching flat on its back into the street waiting to filet fishsticks nutritious and melee a gazing indifference begged for specifics; hole speakers voluminous, whole retail pollution becoming us, summoning us, dinner no longer ( Read more... )

let me know if you're coming to radiohead and/or my place ( Read more... )

Pleasure and pain are responses to the physical world, and are not constituted by the acceptance or denial of self worth, which governs, or is a direct effect of the ego. An ego awaiting discrepancy ( Read more... )