""you can't be sad if you're dead""
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flecks made with subtle javelin on the sleeping masses proliferating by the hour, youre leaving your mark to erase the old ones. a mark invisible to confined eyes with no sense of peripheral sight, only felt through the seasons and the hormones between experienced hearts. it just takes two to trade affections but we like to mistake the feeling of understanding for the fabrication of love. so you ... » Continue Reading
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thin-boned underpinning insist for the act of sputtering cartilage. pieces of the fractures will strike inflated lungs like shrapnel, customized to grant internal pressure some breathing in a situation where your fists stole mine. to direct my focus on you instead of the unsteady rise and fall of my chest. though its not the impact that leads to the collapse, it comes from the forbidden desire to... » Continue Reading
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let us go from this feathering hold of inanity. so gentle it pulls us in and coats our cheeks with swelters of fleeting dopamine. this mental altitude messes with our minds, lifts you from the couch you were just sagging in. remember the very heart you left behind? blind and relies on your hands, your care, but i suppose you lose touch of everything when you no longer feel your spinal cord, tunnel... » Continue Reading
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pick away at the little sediments with your sensational complexions, when you dissect yourself for the tourists in the city behind your forename. throw the tweezers with you so it wont tell. theyll take the souvenirs right off your tounge while every time youre missing an old piece of you, the stitch in your chest reopens from the digging of your fingernails, trying to reach for nothing under the ... » Continue Reading
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rebuttals in a sloths tempo, cant tell if youre itching a trigger finger grip or if its narcolepsy by proximity. but your tight eyes betray you. monotoned pupils that settle into mirrors are proof that youd want to be anywhere but here. do you read lips or are you just awful at eye contact? i can only assume youre deaf with how readily you outline open ended questions. ill watch you nod your head... » Continue Reading
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theres this fallacy overlooked in the focal corner of logic where the line between honesty and objective truth disconnects, while the cord tangles the more you stutter a voice of reason. two heads spinning on the color wheel, his blue can be her red. we'll mistake the tied tounge of uncertainty for a shared norm when we were never seeing the same sky at all. but where did this insistence that we ... » Continue Reading
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the camaraderie of desire and imagination sketches thoughts awake without the anatomy of words. our newborn minds with understanding done so ungenerously but our eyes do the teaching. we have subject and verb ball-jointed in our genes and language threads articulation together. we are artists for syntax. what surities can language sign at the back of the canvas, if not a smile with a rictus of dou... » Continue Reading
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spread apart on the kitchen table, held captive by the abattoir that comes to be a pale canopy of your bones. the butcherings inside the physicial body with instincts of a tarsier, its no surprise the pool of scraps bled its way out for the world to see. like a vegetarians preach, everyone has to suffer if you do, isnt that right? roll up your sleeves, baring more blood than bones, as if townfolk ... » Continue Reading
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if home is where the heart is, are you hopeless because youre homeless or are you homeless because youre hopeless? romanticize the nights you lie awake, marinating under the daylight buzzing screwed to the ceiling that comes in interrogation ochre. all while the world is dark behind your door with melatonin on the streets, the lights, and the mind. its funny how we run to the light for consolation... » Continue Reading
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