frannerisms
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bow and arrow made of silt dangles from the ocean floor, the green light grey, I’m still on timemy superpowers come online I wish for vacuums and for lightbulbs to breakwho be me to dig up the bones of all the impassioned opinions that once burned our throatI used to scream with cotton loveI won’t…
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I think if I took a pick axe, I could chisel away at DaddyMum, I’d have to completely unsew. That could get tricky,separating each real filament from every false sense of self, painstaking work that would double on itself like a hydra, the harder I look, the more fraught to feel.Dad keeps himself like a…
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Believing in someone must be a prerequisite to loving them, just after believing that they exist.He blatantly disrespected me under the guise of – who even cares.I write this to remind myself of the yellow freedom, direction and intuition that arose when he said “it freaks me out that you didn’t finish college,” anywaysautonomy and…
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“I AM FIRE! I SAY, DON’T GET TOO CLOSE. I Will BURN YOU, SIR,” I SAY.WHAT I KEEP TO MYSELF (AGAIN) WHAT I KEEPFROM MYSELF IS THIS:I AM MORE AFRAID FOR MYSELF THAN I AMI DON’T WANT TO BE EXTINGUISHED
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I love humans. Don’t tell that to my parakeet Jerry,sweet Jerry, Mon Jerry, WHAT is a life without the THEATRE?!A farce covered in ketchup, that’s what!Papi chulo, papaya, ay papa dios, queremos milagros,I see God in the leaves and in between my cheerios.The space between my teeth is tightand so is the room between my…
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I do not want the love you wish you gave yourself.It is not a gift.Note: A green lawn requires maintenance. every action has an equal opposite reaction
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I think repose is a tree with individual leaves is an action that you see through wet lenses; it is un-shockingA horse is a horse of course, majestic on a city sidewalk.Center and I can now, or look at that fucking rock at the corner of Fifth and Forbes,these pencil drawn pearls act as gates,…
the case for human error 