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the head is hanging above the floor

 from the christmas lights above the door

 the business tie around his neck

 and uncashed checks and plans what next

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therearefuckedupworlds

there are pasts and presents there are shifts in the world there are nows and thens

there are theworldisfuckedups there are igiveups there are pleasefuckinghelpmes

but there are shifts in the world

there are i believe yous there are i know what you are going throughs

there are those times when you remember being twentyfives there are depressed twentysevens there are hopeful seventeens

but there are shifts in the world

there are could this be loves there are is this the ends

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Charlotte and Wisam

I’m a spider, a cat, and a little piece of red lint in your pocket. I’m afraid of spiders, cats, and little pieces of red lint in your pocket. Spider, I’m a cat, in your pocket. Little pieces of cats in your pocket afraid of spiders. I. am. a. pocket. in. your. afraid. of. and. pieces. A cat pocket in a little spider. I’m a and a of in spider cat pocket. helphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelpspider(s)helphelphelphelphelphelphelpehlpehlpehlpehlphelphelphelphelp

I’m in a in with a red lint in your pocket.

I’m love with a spider. 

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There was once a man travelling through the desert alone. Not anyone special. He was nobody in particular. Just a man. In the great expanse of sand, cliffs, and nothingness, he saw an old, decrepit figure in the distance. It was an old man, sitting in the sand. Alone. He came to learn that the old man’s name was Fouad.

Man: “my friends?” Fouad: “when he saw the water, he slipped and fell off the cliff. he is gone.” Man: “and the second?” Fouad: “in his attempt to rescue the first, the earth absorbed him. he is gone.” Man: “and the third?” Fouad: “seeing the earth awaken, he ran away without his water and shelter. he is gone.” Man: “and so it is… and what of the woman and her child?” Fouad: “you left her. she was searching for you, the girl, longing for her father. the girl baked to a crisp in the sun. the woman no longer useful, gave up and laid with the girl. they are gone.”   Man: “so be it… and god?” Fouad: “nobody has prayed to him since it happened. he gave up. he swallowed himself. he is gone.” Man: “let it be so… and the others?” Fouad: “you mean everyone else?” Man: “yes. the others.” Fouad: “when the first fell, the second absorbed, the third dried up, the girl burned, the woman lay with girl, the death of god, they formed a triangle and walked into the ocean. they are gone. it is only you and I.” Man: “and hope?” Fouad: “it dies last.” Man: “i will keep walking.”

 So be it.  

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the everlasting present

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The old ladies weep in chorus. The women sing in circle. The bed misses the boy. “I miss him so much.”