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poetry & paint

pretty words, pretty colors
the site of construction

the site of construction

scratching doors, picking locks the moon one light second away from a cracked planet i can’t suture transformations burn up this heart…
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lost little lady boy

lost little lady boy

biting at the knots of her solitude pecked flesh of the recluse visions and prophesy a labyrinthian soul needs to munch feed him where he…
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be your own therapy

be your own therapy

are you confused? are you sad? are you lonely? are you hopeless? are you despairing? are you failing to see the point of life? are you…
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bubbles
spain as she is on mars

spain as she is on mars

i’ve got a cluttered closet of a mind. but fuck am i trying. to finish a thought. to get it out.
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unedited vroom — woke from a dream and slammed the keys

unedited vroom — woke from a dream and slammed the keys

squash soup wearing cowboy hat small as a pickle only to be big as a house, sweet twinkie — how does a hat go big, small, swell like that…
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quick bits
sadness

sadness

sadness is how i get perspective on the joys in life
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bath time

bath time

vote for me.
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a few days
day one: waking to a ground floor previously unseen, but intuitively felt as there

day one: waking to a ground floor previously unseen, but intuitively felt as there

can a man in freefall suspend himself forever?
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day two: there’s no filter in heaven

day two: there’s no filter in heaven

a collective resuscitation — let us not shrink into barbed nothingness.
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day three— reach out, touch faith, or; vague visions of utopia: loving your words enough to write…

day three— reach out, touch faith, or; vague visions of utopia: loving your words enough to write…

potholes and wind gusts and bald dogs
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