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Motherfucking Monster
Category: Writing and Poetry
a simple look. I feel it on me like a pair of jeans transformative even in botched dressing room » Continue Reading
Kathleen
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Watching the scenery change at a comatose rate
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Byrne
Category: Writing and Poetry
I wish I wrote and composed the song This Must Be the Place. I wish I could float outside myself and laugh at all this stupid shit. For a moment, for a second, I’d be away from here and away from all touch entirely. He kisses me in the shower. He kisses me inside my brain. It’s all so dumb I could scream… David Byrne be my dad! David Byrne be my boyfriend! If I wasn’t so se » Continue Reading
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Cope Soup
Category: Writing and Poetry
I don’t really know what to say. I always know what to say. It’s a weird feeling; waking up like a confused child having to » Continue Reading
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Fuck You, January
Category: Writing and Poetry
I always thought cheating made more sense than actually taking risk and living it. Put the positive affirmations up on the bathroom wall… watch them wilt in steam without ever reading a single phrase. I love you more than you’ll ever allow inside your heart. You were my first girl my safe parts. The moment I showed signs of growing you broke down immediately. I cried for you almost every ... » Continue Reading
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Can I have 3 seconds?
Category: Writing and Poetry
When you're the most authentic at the borrowed basement gathering. When his touch feels like your brother's violent temper tantrum because Daddy didn't go to the corner liquor store at all. A phone number assigned and reassigned to the multiple pockets of strangers. I want her to kiss me for 3 seconds just so I can admit to everyone she wanted to kiss me for a » Continue Reading
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If
Category: Writing and Poetry
If killing yourself meant game over or a real restart; my bathtub runneth over and automatic weapon to the heart. I cry because it’s easy. I scream because no one is listening. And I’m fine with it because what is there to say? It’s all been sketched, erased, sketched, ballpoint penned into archives and archives of “good art”. A crumb the bakery divvies to each grubby and mildly infecte... » Continue Reading
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Cherish House
Category: Art and Photography
My Miniature Progress January 27th, 2025 » Continue Reading
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Rushed
Category: Writing and Poetry
Just like cigarette smoke, blood rushing to your head is still romantic, right? Aimee Mann can play while doing a health sponsored activity, right? Do people really remember hugging their dads? Does “dad” lose all will to mean well when he’s still out terrorizing the townsfolk? Wait, that’s me again. He and I have lived about the same amount lived. Living, living, living, life. I miss t... » Continue Reading
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Ms. Specter
Category: Writing and Poetry
Scroll right through my own beginning. Fall face first into someone else's ending. Pretending can only take me so far. There will be another debate on what it means to live a life shortly. Each greedy hand stuck in an unmarked honey pot. I gave up long ago. Spectator turned specter. The bones in me tremble in premature fear. I want someone new with fresh eyes a » Continue Reading
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Laugh Track
Category: Writing and Poetry
They liked the idea of you. The object of everyone's affection. The chocolate coated baby-candy-treat. You free bleed into the kitchen sink. The rain pours harder but the music is set at a low level grumble. Take all the cosmetic surgery to avoid aging like the mother that never really wanted you. This place of pop art serenity and bubblegum opium.. » Continue Reading
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Wars, Girl
Category: Writing and Poetry
Body bed imprints of single girlhood but instead of 20 year old bones it’s now 30. The music has transcended to a higher priesthood, it’s all there on your receipt. Youth. naivety coins earned and then exchanged for momentary lapses of stick poke grief and an extended stay at a mattress king terrarium where things don’t always grow as intended. The girl down the street was easier, bree » Continue Reading
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Our Parents Our Martyrs
Category: Writing and Poetry
Well, I'm pretty fucking tired . So we'll see how cohesive this ends up being? I've posted many 'o bulletin and I'm getting pretty fucking sick of the radio silence from everyone. Either that, or the awkward comment equivalent of passing by a homeless whose finally snapped from all the abuses these brittle systems bring. (Okay, majorly dramatic , I by no means, know what it's like to really be hom... » Continue Reading