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I want to write something impactful but life keeps fucking me up.
All I can do is function. Work. Tell stupid jokes. Keep moving forward. Pretend time is linear.
I keep forgetting how things end. It might be denial. Maybe I know too much.
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I keep expecting the world to have a capacity for love that just isn't part of human nature.
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There's a price to pay
For every peaceful moment,
A tear to shed
For every gifted smile,
A drop of blood
For every kiss.
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Peripheral
The unshakable feeling
that everything is wrong -
misconfigured, malformed,
riven and reft -
that we somehow lost our way
or had it torn from our hands,
the remnants of what
we used to be, haunting us
in echos and reflections,
taunting us in dreams.
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perched on the embankment like
crows in a row in the cool gentle nurturing shadow of swaying chestnut trees,
sunlight swords pierce the bower beneath a sky of borrowed time
painting golden butterflies
across our cheeks and hair as voices
drift and overlap: the chirruping of
fairweather friends as we toss exhumed
memories and buried dreams
into a makeshift fire
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this reality is augmented
by your ego, ergo you think
you are
simply because that's what
you see when you look back
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I have a habit of discovering bands after they've already broken up. Love this voice.
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The book of me
Is the story of everyone else,
The accompanying photo:
A silhouette framed by dark skies.
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"It's in my hair, in my sleep
In my hands, in my teeth
It's in my chair, it looks like me
And when it stands, I take my seat"
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The robots we never wanted & the dreams we gave away.
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"Do I dare disturb the universe?"
You can't! The damned infernal thing is made of memory foam.
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Together in the heavens we are walking.
"New findings in astronomy are making some astronomers doubt our basic model of the universe. Alignments of celestial objects suggest that they may be embedded in large-scale structures. Galaxies too far apart to be influencing each other are moving through space together."
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Are you also a Boltzmann brain?
Is it hot in here or is that just thermodynamics?
Corporeality is a nice dream, don't you think?
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Danse Macabre
His name is Midnight
and hers is Dawn
Together they are drawn
Down in the shadows and the torment and the agony of time
They dance with limbs of light and dark entwined
To summon all mortals in decline
He strokes her hair with obsidian fingertips
and she burns into him with crimson lips
Betwixt moonset and sunrise
Their love scars the sky and trails a wake through every sleeping soul
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