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Apr 19
10:43 am
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life is a pretty sweet fruit

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Apr 18
3:38 pm
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america will blow up the moon

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Apr 17
10:58 pm
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git mo

each day my brain pummels my heart into submission

and forces it into stress positions and force feeds it and

makes it listen to subhuman by throbbing gristle on an endless loop.

isn’t that what being a red-blooded american is all about?

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Apr 17
4:27 am
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paintings of clowns

it’s like the paintings of clowns that lined the downstairs hallways

of your grandparents’ house. your mother is crying upstairs

as her husband calls and begs for his life back.

all of the clowns are screaming inside your head.

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Apr 17
3:51 am
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Right What You No

it’s really funny when you stop to think about it.

most things are really funny when you stop to think about them.

the tragedy of life is no more than a punchline with no setup.

well, maybe there is a setup, but we just aren’t told it.

or perhaps we are all the setup and the punchline waits for us

to arrive at that solemn destination. what destination?

i think i would like to experience love. i’m not quite sure what it is.

i’m not sure if i have tried to love or merely convinced myself

that an effort was being put forth. i’m not sure of anything.

time is like a handful of sand cupped between your hands,

and as you slowly pull your hands apart you can watch all the grains

fall down and down and collect in a pile around your feet.

perhaps now would be a good time to call it quits.

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Apr 17
3:42 am
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Untitled Poem 1-99

can you explain the feeling in the pit of your heart when none

of your pistons will fire and the engine won’t turn over?

can you explain why hate fuels the minds of millions while love is

smothered under the weight of the feud?

i suppose some people want to be famous and rich while others seek

humbler things such as truth and expression.

i suppose some people are arrogant bastards like me.

if you really want to write poetry maybe you should focus on writing

something that no one has said before.

i’ve been down this road before but i think i’ll travel it once more;

the scenery is nice and i like the way the path curves slightly.

the monsters in my closet roar and growl and keep me awake,

but i’m sure i can drown them out with enough whiskey and xanax.

the vices we adhere to speak miles about our characters.

some nights i sleep on my side because it reminds me

i used to sleep with you.

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Apr 17
3:33 am
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pissing off sjw’s on tumblr is more entertaining than it should be

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POST
Apr 16
4:21 pm
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the last straw - bukowski’s final poetry reading


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Apr 16
2:51 am
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Apr 15
3:14 pm

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Apr 15
3:13 pm

it’s pouring outside and why do newborn babies cry so much are they having existential crises


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Apr 15
1:57 pm
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Apr 14
9:06 pm
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Apr 14
4:09 pm
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