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[deusexblasphema]

i saw you
under gold light
in the parking lot of elephant pharmacy
a thousand filaments
between us

i dont really care that i never post here anymore
that nobody really reads this
i have something to say
and that something is

oh shit

i left the burritos in too long

ah, seriously though

life has been writing me the best stories lately
of course, they are not my

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[obsessionsketch]

you are too much.

keep writing, please.

[nearmirage]

so yes
I think that becoming a bartender is fab
people tell stories to them as if they aren't real
they tell secrets and talk and laugh
its almost like having friends for a minute
its almost like being the popular kid in middle school
it is almost like lots of things
imagine the material
I ride the bus for material
stories I only write in my daydreams about people I will never meet the bus and the bar thats where the next great story will come from I am convinced of it