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ONE I was writing that screenplay for you. The bills are all due & someone else knows how to make money while I got to play games with my brains & the words they throw at me, alone, feeling guilty for an inability to get going on what would have been the dream script of our dream. It seems to have done a fast fade, why is that? Am I dumb, or just numb to the parts that don’t rely on the heart for inspiration.
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THREEE SHORT POEMS 1. large hadron colliding through the dark brown alone 2. obey the softest bodily whimpers without asking how or why 3. black black tea flowing through the grooves of the kitchen floor dividing day and night i forget where this happened
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Artifice and adornments elicit attention. We are defined by our individual perception of light and space in cohesion with relevant simulations. Our actions in relation to similar structures create our aura. Our aura is based upon our rationalization of thought given towards each and every thing we perceive both conscious and subconscious.
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1 why not merely the despaired of occasion of wordshed is it not better abort than be barren the hours after you are gone are so leaden they will always start dragging too soon the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want bringing up the bones the old loves sockets filled once with eyes like yours all always is it better too soon than never the black want splashing their faces saying again nine days never floated the loved nor nine months nor nine lives
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2 saying again if you do not teach me I shall not learn saying again there is a last even of last times last times of begging last times of loving of knowing not knowing pretending a last even of last times of saying if you do not love me I shall not be loved if I do not love you I shall not love the churn of stale words in the heart again love love love thud of the old plunger pestling the unalterable whey of words terrified again of not loving of loving and not you of being loved and not by you of knowing not knowing pretending pretending I and all the others that will love you if they love you RANDOM WRITING
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3 unless they love you
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I love you too… Like a crazy kerouacian heathcliff… Howling at the moon most of times. I know I can’t expect anyone to love me in the way that I want them to… I know that love is about letting go most of all… Not in the literal sense but in the sense of letting things be as they are not as they should… Even though I know this my desires and needs cannot placate the actions of the ones I love… They have to love me in their own way and that means accepting this… I think thats what love is or in a sense a great deal of what it is about… Learning and experiencing… It’s like an experiment.
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