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I possess a weapon. That's right. You read that correctly. I have a weapon. It's perfectly legal, Yet it's more powerful
Decorated distractions Doused with decadence and despair Dreams of the disconnected Dissipating into thin air Directing the diverse
They say that night falls. They are mistaken. It rises from the land slowly like litmus in water. Unfurling inky tendrils of blue, reaching out and up to color the world in shades of mystery.
Thinking About You
I thought about you today, but that was nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and the day before that too. I thought about the way we kissed,
Bitter Beans and Water
Two scoops, an early rise, Roasted beans and water. Twelve cups, two mugs Bitter beans and water. Tinkling bells, jostling coats
Gone, whispers the peeling wallpaper. The walls have rotted away by the pursuit Of rainwater and the undeniable dispute Between termites and water vapor.
For anyone who wasn’t already aware, I am worth immersing in. And for those who don’t recognize, Who try to drown me In their detached, weary, disheartening,
Green told me he hates you July is the righthand corner I see Wednesday on the side One is not that lonely, but he won’t admit it
when time has passed unknowingly my kitchen reminds me it has Molly tells me where the bread is below where the plates used to be, before the ants
So, You Want to be a Millennial, Huh?
So, you want to be a millennial? A bipolar bi-centennial? Burdened by crippling debt But yolo no regret Trying a whole world of drugs
Nine Months and 20 Days
It's been nine months and 20 days since you told me it was over. I didn't believe it when it happened at first, but when it settled I didn't move for three days.
As a child I wanted nothing more than to grow up. To be an adult And live my own life. As a child I wanted nothing more than to be my own person.