May 2011
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I trace fingers over plastic keys, carving my feelings for you into the misty ether as I had once traced those fingers over your skin, tattooing my heart into your being. You disappeared as quickly and as surely, making me wonder if you were there to begin with or a product of my imagination. But I felt your soft skin grow warm under mine and your heartbeat as you pressed into me and whimpered a...
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Raindrops like half-dollars, round and warm and full of springtime scent, tap down on city streets gray and unyielding to the pounding of thousands and thousands of feet. Street names on signposts blur in the distance and become only stranger and more foreign upon closer inspection. This is a lonely afternoon in a crowded city and made more lonely by the detached movements and disregard of a...
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only on weekends. only at 2am.
An entire varsity basketball team crowded into a single room because their coach fucked up reservations and every… I mean EVERY… hotel is booked solid, including ours. They are not quiet.
A family of West Virginia hillbillies with 435 kids (rough estimate). As I punch in, the evening shift head-nods towards them and taps his arm and makes a syringe gesture. I ask if they paid in...
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hidama asked: How do you get over Writer's Block?
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The seasons changed and years passed. Before the collapse, our perception was wider and we felt more deeply. The past stretched out behind us and gave us foundation and we treasured our lives and the future was to be dreamt of and held close to our hearts. But never mind that. That world is gone and it’s decaying under our feet. Now our view has narrowed and now is all we have. Now is...
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We are part-poison Complications and complexities and wrinkles Tainting our pure-halves Invading and infecting Until we are bloated and swollen With the disease of our own animosity So we purge and we evacuate We are desperate for detoxification We drain our psychic pustules So that we don’t have to carry our sick With us as we move forward
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Your liberal compassion is a good thing but if it’s so utterly numbed you to the fact that some people are irrevocably wicked they can’t be cured and that those same people want to kill you right now and they would gladly kill you and have killed many, many free, happy and innocent people like yourself then please, please stop and think about objective reality as it exists separate and...