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surely these
intricate cat toys
wrapped
in nerves
can see more- -
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what's the bottom line? -
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Only in the city ( Read more... ) -
4:40
4:40 am
the whispers of
yellow sun
peaking the fried curls
of its wild hair-
out from behind
the fences of houses-
the fringe of
dynamic little secrets
slowly tickling,
changing
everything.
rustling waters of
the light blue night,
seeping between,
the fading deep
and emerging
sunrise sky. -
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twenty five mile bikeride in the rain in jeans through Lincoln past Walden for brain tumor research. so satiating ( Read more... ) -
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12:30 pm - Me and Eli's mouths are yawning tunnels- awaiting the arrival of fiesta dogs on the corner of Linden and Brighton.
1:30 pm - Chocolate Walnut cookies from the Korean bakery to steer clear of the drip, drip, drip
2:00 pm - Dazzling youth retreating home layer the bus
2:30 pm - Bitter coffee, packed tight with Sweet & Low and Soy creamer, ( Read more... ) -
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do i need all this shit
all this shit will be gone soon
and will become someone else's shit
or sit in a useless shit heap
and my anxious spirit
will breathe on
without a second thought. -
rotting pumpkin
I am in all kinds of an awful mood. My sweat smells like oranges and my stomach is a cantakerous oatmeal swamp. -
reply to robert baydes
I am so sleepy man-
the wheels of my bike
are spending me
one by one penny
at a time-
down the jittery
street we roll
in nervous, arrogant
bunches, frightening
the cars and tightening
our limbs, like
little sovereign bullets.
