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its a mess
memories and promises strewn like crumbs
sediments
layers building up like a geology of the soul
i forgot what is like to be alive
i forgot what is like to want something
two trips no luck
broken soles withered indicating inevitable shifts
dodges and broken ankles
spent some time drowning
dog paddling back to the safety of being 15 again
i’ve never seen anyone grow up
i don’t know how it’s possible
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the trees don’t feel as green as they did just a few days ago
the stench of waste is all consuming
numbing
12 hours of psycho analysis
still just the same
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you learn something new about how people think about each other every day
the othering of social Darwinism
in stark contrast to the inherent oneness of evolution.
irrational rationalization of crimes and inequities.
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Refuel? What the fuck is that?
I don't want to be an astro-naught anymore
I don't want to fly. I don't want to work
Work is primitive. Stuff for the computers.
I want to experience every job. the
clothes they wear the way they talk
your aesthetic is the keratin of my crustacean
body. slipping off and cracking as I pull my soft
limp claws out of
let me wear your scars and logos and silhouettes
let me change how I appear because appearance means
so much to you. Every movie reference
a contextualization for your own
personal world. Fuck You. You Suck.
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personify objects dishes and spaces
objectify bodies actions behavior
dehumanize folks friends and everyone you know
see what happens went the compass turns clockwise and your
north also turns zed
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dirt on my glasses most likely
pollen and dead skin
reminds me of writing
im a published poet
a faint memory of some dumb cloud poem
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fatalism is a word i learned recently and it sucks
diagnosed
witzelsucht is a word i learned recently and it suchts
diagnosed
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“how do you pick a lane haha
just do everything”
normal distribution bookends
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currently thinking about a bunch of stuff that i forgot to think about
no matter
itll be thought of
how often do you think about the back of your knees?
ive stopped thinking about my fingers sometimes
theyre just for pulling the split hair ends of my beard out
maybe theyre rubbing the eyebrows off of you if you still have them
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tiq taq toah
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