The world is made of beer in the morning and cigars on the front porch at night. The rich dilettantes are neither good nor free— they assume the world…
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Boredom is that low sense of longing for something you wish you had that is something you cannot know And that's where it ends The silence feels like a…
Those barest moments of the lowest depths fondle me and I succumb turn back into the hollow lights that lit my way when light failed when night came…
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I want to feel the sun on my neck and feel alive for the sake of breathing of taking air in and returning nothing I want to dream to doze to run rapid…
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The slow hum of machines disturbing everything—louder than cries and just as sweet, echoing through air thin with autumn; even the hush of wind is too…
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There’s a distance between words that creates chasms as sharp as knives. There’s a silence in speech that knits knots and undoes reason. We chatter to…
Outside listening to the merry mystic music swaying in the wind before the storm. Rain smells heavy in the air, noisy with the breath of life…
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Because it didn't understand fire it burned Because it didn't understand water it froze Because all this time we look back at the things we fear When…
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These half-remembered memories haunt me I remember it was a bright day with a sky overhead like a dyed-blue sheet But I do not recall how the sunlight…
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It was above me once greater than anything I had seen before Arms spread wider than the universe if the universe is all I can see A dark stretch of…
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I want you to hear what I hear, feel what I feel—feel like someone else inhabiting a stranger's body. I want you to know the fear when muscles bunch…
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When the rains fell even the broken clouds looked too blue— the far starlight and the planets moving like small bulbs in an empty room. There was a…
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