sushi

we were sitting at home when the doorbell rang. it was a delivery guy, bringing sushi. i told him that someone had already brought our sushi order around 45 minutes earlier, and that we had in fact already received our food and had already eaten. he said that what the other person brought…

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i

what makes me feel most alive is
detatchment amid the unsatisfied muddle

queerless and rinsed of irony

ii

iii

xyz solitude

a pulled point between ‘believable’ and ‘advice’

and where, when i quiet down to ruminate
are the words? i throw a typewriter at my head
and look for ‘ripples’ or ‘bruises’.
why not bripples?

another time

if we all push against

it we can stop Time

and become infinitely

strong with this Isometric

exercise of how beautiful

on filters

if you truly want to be free, you must own your own filters.

the boring project

a placeholder for your next emotion

the doorbell

the doorbell rings because i am ringing it.

who?s home? who?s home?

he who rings the doorbell is home!

i am ringing my own doorbell.