Mirror Mirror

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mirror mirror 2 a soft neck when you want what you want what you’re ashamed to want i’ll become


purpose the cost of customer acquisition my life livelihood or something to look at that looks back a peeing baby doll the blood business if i'm paid at all teeth in the comb your hands in my hair

schizo upside of insanity an instagram of devotion to be broken to parts the heart of a car carhartt


something or defense meet offense the ontological (sorry) responsibility of a lens no one manifests meaninglessness yet

objective thumbnails in real life baiting bait trying funny making money desire has terms a deal is a little sexy seduction or sublimation submission i don't know the words you all use all critique is self critique shutting up now


real estate development / haiku 10 gimmick slut reality literacy $16 tacos

ridin sniff the grass pop the pimple good as gone that simple

your place all my friends are in the living room and i'm not don't fret i walk circles very good with the best of them can still devote to what let's me can you find faith in whatever buckle up it's till death kiss until then i wanna talk like there's a big beautiful beach waiting and i have plenty left in the tank (what else is there to do?) for whoever needs a lift


haiku 7 illiterate in want, i know a books a book but that's about it haiku 8 having a stalker such a flex i wanna flex lord i want to have

new weak nothing binds like time and most time is cheap sunglasses the slow burn immediately new murky context to bind our god damn whims and every day is different god


mirror mirror what you do punishable manifested 30% chance of rain pulled out of me or me pulled out of rain there’s a you you'd rather not live through me an umbrella what i do punishable i wait

seduction i like you like time and a half emotional language what can you say for sure wrong deduction


here then who am i to deny real real world reality a place to sell charmin ultra soft iraq war the first life i’m still born out of

snuff film desire is both roles top / bottom more / less tragedy is one body presence is gravity stopping time in both directions like a word with two definitions static snuff like an amulet objectification is the highest art


if i catch my breath for one second i'll die an apology that doesn't between belief / trust you / me ready to draw lines ready to be old

beep boop boop beep what doesn’t concern you thickens the internet language plot

liars how often does someone actively try to hurt you therapy god feels bad for regular god i want to know who’s honest about money


here now a meal friends neighbors jog until chafe the world isn't a place

or other all it takes to be all wrong all the time my birthright new hampshire one day whole by halving who tries to live completely right vs wrong have you ever i hope not

epidemic one day i sat on a bench in a park and a guy sat down next to me to tell me about how one time a guy sat down next to him and told him something


haiku 1 ring in the rosey what goes around comes around at record speeds now

flash delirium by mgmt revisionist with unclear motive a monster unnoticed both unlikely but there's no way of knowing when a story starts to make sense run domination takes a million forms each more subtle than the last unaligned an alarm to start the day an hour early together you asked three times on behalf of sinful thoughts to plan realness fleas from hamsters smuggled out of petco naked unprovoked a kiss with a laugh in the throat said that's all she wrote


mirror mirror 3 sounds like you’re talking about yourself when you talk about me sounds like i’m talking about myself when i talk about you can you know can you do never meant this for you

mirror mirror 4 is there nobility left anywhere in resistance is there anywhere left but feel good now i left you with a smile you left me with a facelift the boogeyman of your dreams what’s that say about you about me


in this one a miscommunication with an otherwise stranger is yielded as an indictment of a character flaw the protagonist has never, at least consciously, exuded, but certainly has experienced with other otherwise strangers, which lends the protagonist to believe it's not a self-monitoring blind spot. the miscommunication is heightened to the point of hysteria as it is recounted and retold. the choice of which details to highlight, which to leave out, which to add in (certain they occurred in actuality) offer compelling yet inherently unpinnable insights to the otherwise stranger’s motivations, lived history. if the story ends there, the moral is that closure is a myth and you will hurt people. if the protagonist wishes for a different moral, then the otherwise stranger must be confronted about the miscommunication, with no guarantee that the moral of their chance encounter alters, let alone for the better. the protagonist, having been digested by an industrial education system and shat into the mouth of an economic system predicated on manipulation and alienation, believes that, at best, the feeling of resolution is a pipe dream, and at worst, confirmation of deceit. the protagonist does not want to internalize and propagate the spirit of the machine. the protagonist lives with it. the protagonist believes in the feeling of time

comfortability i want to lap in a pool of pillow drool i think it's time to give myself over mama im coming home on this old parade float of guts


haiku 11 / winning karma the cruelest people using self love the cruelest people using love

haiku 2 lost taste for voices not going anywhere now i love my parents

haiku 3 caught in the act of catching, little trying to believe in something haiku 4 horseradish horseflies horseshoes horse hooves game of horse horsing around town

sorry raymond carver would i do it again mistakes included probably not i mean if you can avoid ‘em you ought to right? but that's less seductive isn't it


make the world go round peace with your lack of

haiku 5 our stories are complicit or complacent hardly absolved

over you’ve been hurt that’s clear how we interpret hurt can add hurt to the hurt or lessen it i wish i knew how to lessen it sometimes i think i do with words but you’re gone now and they’re hardening


is it wrong is it wrong to think that the seductive power of power can lead folks to self sabotage is it wrong to think it's easier to feel powerful than vulnerable is it wrong to think culture has prized vulnerability is it wrong to think that victim narratives are quick pathways to vulnerability signaling is it wrong to think this vulnerability signaling is a mechanism of power accumulation is it wrong to think people monger when they think they’re being vulnerable is it wrong to think we contain multiples is it wrong to think perpetuating instruments of oppression will ensure your own victimization which creates an ouroboro of power accumulating narratives is it wrong to think self victimization is easy is it wrong to think our motivations get tied up in the mechanics of performance and power is it wrong to think that the easy way out sometimes sounds harder on paper is it wrong to think someone's actions as antithetical to their story is it wrong to think you'll always find a way out if you want one is it wrong to think you got scared when you found a way in is it wrong to think you’re addicted to it

what it do what it do what it done vice versa a baton relay for queue cards blurry eye births the monocle no room for crucifixion without construction demolition miscommunication


doorway i was there too in the room laughing and planning the next installment of us since i drew the lines you crossed the night before i thought to hell if we have each other softly kissing curled sleeping until morning you set the alarm an hour early so we could do what we did then we kissed in the doorway we kissed in the doorway

name game no world building snuff the impulse don’t make it harder than it has to why i don’t fight why you roll why i let love leave my name my name could be anything i won't let it be


e strange the culmination of a trillion half bites is a word bolding after every line break no matter how i format my little life i turned autocorrect off now no one talks to me im a window that opens to a porch a tall tree that sways only when looked from below brunch boy meets brunch girl goes on adventures talks politics, travels goes outdoors watches anime deconstructs masculinity has passion, has job has future, has baby has house, has parents roasts to flirt, is cocky settles, makes references karaokes, goes to restaurants drinks, drives stick has dog or cat and netflix makes effort makes effort makes effort i'm sorry there's not more to this


adults frolic through the fields of your heart? no what are we nineteen? what do you want and how will you get it

haiku 6 the beautiful lie more true than what meets the eye fluoride in water

control kink politics the art of eating shit what did the industrial revolution revolutionize besides our inability to know what kills us


young henry avery there’s freedom in the terror never ending! the end of ends means you move to Key West and bartend and search for lost treasure and get a dog and get murdered and egg a neighbor and blow a kiss and blow up a state building and eat Chinese food and get drunk and do Magick and run a marathon and buy a gun and volunteer and take a nap and it's all more or less more or less

big little beach in the distance no money, or nice car, or prospects, or reputable love life, or marketable interior design, and i safeguard my talk with qualifiers, but i will say what i came here to say: i am here, look at this view, i am alive, i love, in a way few understand but all i need is a few, there is sand in my future, i will see a tree again, it's possible i take up surfing and it sticks this time, and one day i will die, and so will the concerns, and the litigations of history and use of time, and the altars and unmarked graveyards of suffering, and all of you too, and when i say surf, i mean anywhere, even here


haiku 9 jacuzzi is kleenex beautiful royal blue opened vineyard

i don't know anything at the mini mart all i can tell you is how i feel after the movies all i can tell you is how i feel during sex all i can tell you is how i feel at the overcrowded bar with the music all i can tell you is how i feel at the grocery store debating which organic is the real organic all i can tell you is how i feel during dinner all i can tell you is how i feel where we'll live and how all i can tell you is how i feel after the double regardless of tips all i can tell you is how i feel how the new book is going all i can tell you is how i feel that i haven't seen you in awhile all i can tell you is how i feel


new hampshire weird man ain't nothing but a gutter but don’t he make the sweetest water if you could give it all away would you believe in not believing no more

making strangers too easy to turn a bump into a jump speaking on behalf of the undiscriminating boner industrial complex i need a machine that speeds time to unrequited


indecision been thinking about going back to school been thinking about not going back too which makes the decision difficult on one hand greater mastery a closer relationship to truth from folks who seem alright in that sort of thing on the other hand teaching is a privilege i want no part of or debt the opposite of privilege and if fucking off is what i’m really after i can do better than a campus for a fraction of the trouble key west in the van an apartment anywhere with my friends i’ll write forever anyways in my heart of heart i’m no careerist or any ist for that matter and if that bothers you i politely ask to please kiss my nuts


profile piece ok look i'll cut right to the chase it's a great profile. cute pics. got me curious about these monkeys and kids and presenting research and london. juicy stuff, i want to know more. but i gotta get it out on the table. i disrespect the oxford comma all the time

parenthood for some people the age they gave birth had kids is the age they stay

hope proxy i miss california and the future it’s today again again

man of culture hard times create strong men strong men create good times good times create weak men weak men create hard times i fell off a railing at an ice cream shop when i was seven once and ever since i can talk to animals


heart shaped a face a frame man moves like water fills the shape bless be the highest love pour me slow

much longer second half a diet coke of entropy tall tales told quickly big beds slept emptily spinning objectively around the sun over is begun final fun

living easy the sound of rain cheap booze whole night



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