Semi-Daily Scribbles
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what do you need a map for when you just disregard the signs the universe places at your feet? giving in isn't the same as giving up. to give is the secret. don't expect any sexy catchphrases. just let the vibration lead you rather than lull you back to sleep. see why dreams are so…
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If I'm perfectly honest, that's one toxic act you've got, and I can't get enough. I stand in front of your window–you've always got the lights on–and soak up all the icky details of your sick and twisted, touchy-feely fabricated history. Whenever I wait outside your house there's always a long line so I come…
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We don't want to know you but you've served your purpose wellYou embarked on an expedition to find riches for meMade it home with a bit of flesh left on your bonesPaid your dues plus interestFulfilled your obligationExploitation never varies its tuneCredit earned does not make a statement trueThievery keeps me at #1My youth forever…
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It’s no use wishingchange caused a cascadeslide offpulled upbook this. Talk, it wasvoice floatedthoughttouchsuffocate me. Doesn't a faint shadeappear cold?Round bright pink found out.Think through the rest. Guess what? "You don't know." Do we stay here forever? "We will." Our hearts beat slower. "I get the image." What was missing? "A handle on the…
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Gray is a mainstay. Embrace stained fingers in the fight to keep the strands of truth covered up. Prepare to dance despite the snaggletoe and dizziness. Do mind the bones that scrape against bone and the sneak attack to the lower back. Everything tastes like chicken which is terrible for grapefruit growers. Last night's dream…
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Rickety proposition that old give-and-take, especially when the taker tells your stories as her own. The taker pastes her name all over the dust cover and erases all mention of you. A true account? Sure. Yours though, not hers. She didn't live it, you did. Livid is how you must feel. You spoke in confidence…
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It's not sinking in. The mess you made and the message left to explain it. Oil and what? Night and day are at it again. We may as well face facts: the world revolves around someone else's plan. Our best efforts to saturate the landscape with each other's blood isn't going to change the course…
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there are days when the book is best kept shut–just keep swimming—just keep swimming–and let others debate the definition of WIN. LOSS. reality is subjective. every dreamer is a champion and mediocrity is a !#@$%*& expletive. televise this. ready-set-tell me what you see. describe where it hurts. empires are built in the span of five…
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Kay asked in August how the job hunt was going. Ok, I replied. The weather was good and I kept busy with weeds and whatnot. At the height of summer, no situation is bleak. Kay asked again today. I didn't have the heart to tell her my soles were far from worn down. Still springy…
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I can tell you how it all goes down, but do you trust my memory? What hasn't happened yet brews in the back of someone's head and I know/remember/hypothesize what comes next. Don't worry about how you come out in the telling of it all. The whole thing's a fabrication. Time makes sure the script…
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