New beginnings call for new journal.

slipsandtangled

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This it how it begins - increasingly & un-inspired & shamefully stimulated. Same prose, different metaphor. The world is a sprint & I’m wedged between moments of initiation & suspension. Like the way a song hits you and beats your heart exposed, while I’m trapped on chord one. Amputate this vacant, expressionless gap. Tiny crumbs dance, echo, ( Read more... )

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Gas tank is always emptily afloat, & never quite collapsing. Clock ticks to the beat of a repetitive occasion - same time, same place. Stereo & girl sings consistent sad, lonely ballad. Temperatures revolt & bend & collapse & drain ( Read more... )

I am an ugly, ugly interior. Redecorate my disaster and paint me little pink pictures. My good-byes have become a constant motionless state of numbness. My cigarettes only taste this good when long distant phone calls don’t make internal snow storms clear up ( Read more... )

When there is no one left to talk to, all I find is an exhausting telephone conversation sweltering behind the lonely walls of this one-room house. It's a sour blend of words and conjures that persists we’re depressed. Twist the pair of us into corresponding puzzle pieces - the way we were when we first met because silence has absorbed sorry’s and ( Read more... )

There is an un-easy, nauseating feeling flinging off my ribs, erupting against this intolerant flesh. I’m running on drained and that bleak red warning light is hysterically flashing. All I require is an out of gas halt; a rest stop on a solitary, vacant, dirt path to numb myself, as an old cassette player systematically serenades me while I ( Read more... )

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