Tag: Writing
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I can’t say anything anymore, it doesn’t fit through the walls — the sun paper is too thin over the windows, and no one knows I’m still alive inside. There is no fortune to be had behind these LA eyes of sparkling white and bright. And I saw a window…
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There’s this long line of darkness on the other side of day I stand there listening to the starless sky flow like Styx There’s that smooth dome of light pollution Pulsing like an orange Creamsicle Never sleeping, always dripping Like childhood summer sun And all above it, that starless sky…
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She is everywhere and all over it, a stellar angel chick, shocked me like socket sex, and then just as quickly, pulling me into the trees that rain.
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The street was fairly quiet save for a few trailing screams of fun and joy bursting forth from the mouths of neighborhood kids down the way. They were wearing candied bullet-proof vests while riding their bikes. A big airplane moaned as it crawled across the sky above me. I watched…
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+ Children in the Clouds, Hansel and Gretel, House Fire, Madness, Saints and Sinners, Sanka, Sick Society, Suspicion, Texas School Shooting, Writing+
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Why is it now 10 million memories later That you appear When I feel my hand empty In a moment of all alone In a moment of going to shore What is this history haunting You restless in my sheets Of dreams On the aeroplane I go To another city,…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 