February 2012
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i jolted awake sat up straight choked on the current events of my waking life— amounting to nothing but an office job in hell. even the best altruists, at peace humans, maintain boring careers i want no part of. thrills, freedom, a new beginning. i want to live where excitement does, to be buried in art and love, to be immersed in the poetry of the earth and amount to more. the physical...
Feb 22nd
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BLOWJOB (vulgar slang) by Sharon Olds →
Happy Monday! Refreshing. Needed [by our society]. Thank you Afieya for sharing.
Feb 20th
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something's knocking at the door
midnightgrime: a great white light dawns across the continent as we fawn over our failed traditions, often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill. it doesn’t seem to matter: the answers dangle just out of reach, out of hand, out of mind. the leaders of the past were insufficient, the leaders of the present are unprepared. we curl up tightly in our beds at night and wait. it is a...
Feb 20th
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object
i just want to write i have no goddamn influence. i want to create and i have no resources. no substance. no purpose. that’s why, no purpose. what’s the purpose of this, even? mental chaos cliché in a cliché misery where i want to be everyone but myself. defined in physicality my body is a spectacle for the revenue of lack, and longing. can i not believe kind words or do i choose not...
Feb 17th
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Feb 14th
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i grew. hard on others  for their looks or their smirks, for better or worse, mostly on myself.  just as critical, if not more, so i thought it was okay if i tore, tore at my foundation— outer scales, society, you institutions, they agonize my mind i was swallowed whole in vain for my own gain, how to stay between the man and the game, to succeed without directly giving in. and i want to...
Feb 11th
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boundless
the other piece of ‘we’ calms me down, completes me flees through the week i greet him on the other side of our sun burning and trembling for the next time we meet
Feb 7th
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monday
weekends are short and my fears are long string along like a wave in the sea you replenish me 
Feb 6th
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Feb 1st
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