frannerisms
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originally written jan 01, 2026 My 2026 New Year’s Resolution is to share more of my scribbles! Why? An orchestra is made of many instruments. Do not be ashamed of the sound that comes out of you, whether it be the clang of a cymbal, the drone of a hefty cello, or the tin of…
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In the winter, we will go to the library and the stacks will feel like trees in a botanical garden.Between the margins of common sense and no sense at all, we will find sections labelled “periodicals,” “perspective,” and “perpendicular people” and like children on grassy knoll drunk with the feeling of being far-from (the world…
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He stitches his name into my sticky thighs, I knit my brows in pretend pain as the moisture dries. He whispers incantations over my scarred skin, his breath hot on my ass. I pretend to be asleep, but he knows the difference. According to him, when I’m awake, I’m begging for an orgasm, he has…
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“Come for me baby,” he says, sending foot soldiers to mark friendly territory and enemy lines on the cross section of mangled skin on my right butt cheek. My scar, a deformation, redecorated, renovated: he feng shuis the permanently stuck hourglass on my ass when he tells me how much he loves it because it…
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Squirrel saves dinner and sings from the tree like branch I’m bending over timeI travel with this souvenirit says well anyways, it was free.And I am quite the pioneerI found out that if you sit, my celium,youmightwantto stop the quelling funthat rises in quantum and sinks and sets if sunyou can do this withcaterpillarscapulaspatula?scapulaI mean…
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Which angle is the strongest triangle, we, me?The binary cedes to the spectrum and 100 billion neurons submit forms for my attention. I am many people when I am coherent;the holistic lookout point is un-offended by valleys and diverse and divergent woods, in other words:If I am me, your other-ness doesn’t offend me.When I stoke…
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how i feel right now? oh hot like lightning withchains for shoulder blades on abus ride going nowhere where the window’s broken andthe dusty glass offends me andeverything offends me– no you hang up first, you spineless dead-end, you fast fucking friendIf I were a houseplant I would ask to be RE-pottedResentful spine you won’t…
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Of all the human beans in this world that I could be,Zeus, God and Mama deemed that I be me.If the railroad tracks forked west on the day that I was made,I might have loved another, or moved into the shade. Yes! In Earth’sOther Incarnations, in world’s tall small and wide, I could have been…
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Caught in the crosshairs of my many lives orcreating orthe sound of his knife on a wooden cutting board [we all have used this cutting board]and my stretch of collarbone skin yawns as the air from the window unit rocks in the shape of a sea [it had to be I made it be]behind my…
the case for human error 