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do you know why we fast during lent why squirrels in spring start to starve the planning for winter takes ages entire decades eaten from lives
for wealth we have no confession no apology, no prosecutor the worst is blunted and congeals into corn syrup clogs in your brain
you fast to keep having food you fast because if you don't you will starve the rivers freeze over in winter you'll be thawing that out until fall
if God is near He's not far but Patmos is warm all year 'round He's hard to grasp and He's squirming while Pan is still pining for slaves
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Paul Cocksedge: Slump Coffee Table 5 (2019) medium: stone & glass
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Eliot Porter. Luna Moth, Silver Lake, New Hampshire, June 3, 1953.
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The nth rule of holes is that you got into the hole for a reason.
You're still in the hole. It's miserable. There are spiders down here. But you got in the hole for a reason.
And I'm not saying to stay in the hole. Quite the opposite really. It might feel pleasant and safe in the hole but I promise you, compared to anything but the reason you went in there, the hole is really unpleasant. Unfortunately when people try to pull you out of the hole, you're going to experience that not as help but as pain. Some of them might pull too hard on the rope or offer broken ladders but you need to take whatever help works. anyway.
You got into the hole for a reason. The hole is a pretty bad place to be. No one else believes you belong in the hole and will spend time and energy trying to pull you out. So shift your weight, set your feet against the side of the hole, and pull with them, even as the rope bites into your waist.
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accounts left too long in the attic
signal lapses stuck under the ground and crushed down to oil sickly slicky crude
once it was bones that stretched its thin skin taut
dialysis routine
and if she still lives you wonder if she's still writing letters
blessed mirage you were mr karenin
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