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Dear self:

Dear self: If people didn’t act this way, you wouldn’t write poems. It isn’t their fault. He punches the bread in a reflection behind you, the yeast screaming He asks you to help but refuses any direction You pour water too quickly into a bowl You get yelled at for having fucked it up You ask if it is worth it to scream over bread, over this. There are more important things. You wait for your…

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philanthropy

maintain diplomacy while starving smile through hungry teeth say nice things while screaming inside stay stoic and waste away quietly “lower the pitch of your suffering” keen someplace else than aloud pretty girls sit pretty beggars don’t, can’t, choose pretty beggars sit quiet pretty jaws clenched on tongues ASK FOR NO MORE BE COMPLACENT AND CONTENT SUFFER LIKE YOU MEAN IT tears fall and…

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play drowning

When things, times, don’t line up and I get confused Like Being locked in a hallway outside your own home a half hour not knowing if there is someone behind the door Who wants to let you in or not. I am bested by a game every time I lose I lose I lose because I won’t play yet I feel played with. my company, my stories are not as interesting as timed out segments of repetitive button…

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Thrown Mulligan

Throwing a mulligan: My mother didn’t murder my grandma and step dad with too much morphine for palliative care. Here’s a grief, aired. The window is open. The breeze is stiff.And her heart is heavy, Carrying the weight of life and death.  As she stares into world where they are no longer there.stoke a fire to stare into  She smears ash where she walks, dripping blood drying brown. A…

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CW Rape

How to eviscerate your enemies through history:A) Truth.B) Not-truth.To begin- Full profile: past, hobbies, accomplishments, teams, sports, dreams, creed and geographical leants, socioeconomic status, nightmares, parental house values, general sense of moral compass, deepest darkest secrets, allergies, sexual and sensual preferences, previous medications and surgeries, family business…

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Psychotic Love Poems

Psychotic love note no 1 If I leave your exponential violent impulses unchecked, I will allow you to kill me. No2 If I find out you have been cheating on me, I will murder you and happily spend the rest of my life in jail feeling justified. Psychosis paranoia love poem no3 Sometimes I ask you to stay because I believe you will kill yourself if I do not have you in my sights. Or that you will…

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Après le Plague

Apperitifs, bitters, and limes. Add mango, saffron fistful, and pain. Extract blood from stone, add as needed. Coat with camphor. Delicately disembowel.  Liberally mix in lye.Pour everything left over into a vat, Insert spoon. Ring the dinner bell and call in the cattle. Blow the conch and call the prosthelytizing in. Tap the side of your chalice to announce speech.Speak, starve,…

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Overview Luciad v5

They let nothing changeWhile the world dry heaves. Justice served like abortions Quick and quilty Bloody messes Miscarriages.Rainbow babies flying.My twin sister eats my heart.The world dissolves my bones from the outside in. The chalk in your mouth is dry.No blackboards left on which to scribe-Just ‘smart screens’.You chew the cud, the water cooler King.Flex for nothing, no one, and no…

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what about now tho?

I am never going to get better, and I am going to continue being angry about this, probably forever. Are you prepared to live with that?

Am I?

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Art

New shit

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tastes of salt

Inside a well dries up.

I’m all salt. I’m crystal. I’m hardened. I am exhaustion embodied.

  I feel not blonde enough

Like I need a wig to be pretty, a harsh bleach job to strip me down.

I feel like should play dress up. Like I am not called sweetie or cherry or sweetheart Like I don’t speak Spanish like I should be named Tiffany or Blanche or Chloe

I feel like I need a pound of makeup to show my…

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paranoid brain predicts future problems

paranoid brain predicts future problems

Tell me a fictitious story about a girl named, let’s say, let’s call her… Bianca. No reason in particular why. Let’s say she is a friend of a friend’s sister, and make up some shit about how perfect she is. Let’s say she is perfect. She has hair the perfect colour, and her smile never seems forced. She is easily pleased, accessible and imperturbable. She dreams in monochromatic. Let’s say in this…

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#heartbroken

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Don't cut your pastie shapes while they are on your body! Backdrop 📸 by @anotherside_photos #dontbanmybody #fuFB #heartnips #preshoot #evocateur #whatmakesart #nudevsnaked #femaleempowerment #bodypositivity #gettingready #lipstick #tits #boobs #jugs #cans #melons #rawfeminism I remember the day I was told I had to cover up and asked why my three older brother's did not. I can't remember the answer. I remember it didn't make sense. My family was all about hippy alternatives and we were raised mostly naked as children, bathing together, running about the backyard nude. I know I learned then on I was only going to find more areas of difference in how my gendered raising woukd separate me further from my family, from my "opposite" sex. I watched my brothers learn to embody their own forms of masculinity, diverse and free, while I was repeatedly taught hard lessons about being "a girl" in the big city. You don't get to take shortcuts thru alleyways. You aren't safe on the subway by yourself, even if you brothers got to go to school alone at that age. You aren't ever safe in public. You aren't even safe at home. I learned to be terrified of my body, of how I was treated because of how I was born, apparently because of how I looked. I watched myself grow into what I knew would get me into trouble, I was told to hide myself, to cover up, to be ashamed. I felt the shame of other beautiful women and learned to be in an armour of clothing that couldn't protect me from rape or sexual abuse. I can't escape my body. I cannot look at myself without seeing an object, and instrument for potential bid. I have become the sexual confusion I was thrown into, rather than the innocent sensual being I was born as. My breasts are power. They give life. My breasts are weakness. They make me vulnerable. My body is not inherently pornographic.

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"Sad Pussy" ADC'16 ink/paper #Inktoberfest #sadkitty #treetimes #dontbanmybody #girlandcat #panther #pussy #sadpussy #girlonbranch #petthepussy #pudendalneuralgia #cavewoman

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#tbt when I won a #bong from @endlessheights "Groot" is a beloved addition to my collection with its engraved trees. This shoppe and city has been good to me. I feel like a lucky girl. I have fond memories here. Painting f the inside of this store. Painting the first proper mural outside the store. Applauding my friends as they opened Windsor's first vapor lounge, and their business thrives, while they continue to help me out and display art when there is space to help me, help them. Remember last year, when I protested outside city hall for #cannabispatientrights , and now they are legalizing it? My fight isn't over, but I am so happy to be an OG of the #cannabisculture and to have helped it grow from seedling. I will hold onto the luck I have found, and keep fighting for what I know, in my heart, is the right. #windsor #weed #winning (at Endless Heights CultureShop)

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Teaser shot for next May's EDS awareness month w/ @anotherside_photos (you can see her in the cool sunglasses she lent me) #utilitybeige #sterile #medicalfashion Fingertips brought to you by hypermobility Fashion statement: medical design is dehumanizing, ugly, and excludes the person across the board. No one is the colour they make our braces into. None od this shit is attractive or comfortable to wear, and I have to live in it. Consider the #customexoproject to be a big fuck you to the corporate industrialized medical fashion industry, making people out to be monsters with the same styles since the 1800s!