Semi-Daily Scribbles
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The notion of truth (What is it? Where can I get some? Does it come in my size?) makes my head pound. I mean, we know truth when we see it, right? Ok, then. Give me your systems and processes and phenomena and I will show and/or tell you what is what. You can do…
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Damn your fake tan and that white dress, too (the thing doesn't fit me and it looks worse on you.) Is this what our conversations have become? Insecurities are battering rams we use to knock down and bruise and negate one another. Three years of demolition and we can't come up with a plan. The…
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Attachment: 1 ImageA single shot is all I get.Which road has better scenery: Fanaticism or Freedom?What state of bliss grows ever sweeter: Adoration or Manipulation? The calm spot that swallows fear is a mirage. Take a step, another step, lunge/drop/roll.There is no better solution than la ilusión.
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One Black EyeA HawkThe Widow You are still in the running forUltimate Target Disregard the noticeAll Vacancies Filled You feel the calm coming onno reason for euphoriaWonderParanoia You will be selected when least expectedThere is always a spot open for The Penitent
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Billie rolls up in her chair as quietly as she can, careful to avoid a clod of mud/shit and a beer can pyramid. She finds a vantage point and wedges her torso between the blossom-heavy branches of a red rhododendron. She imagines herself a stealthy forest sprite in search of a lost hiker to terrorize.…
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We incubate dreams. When they're ready, we get you to chase after them. We dangle a shiny wish right where you can't miss it. It's fun to watch you swoon and suffer as we raise the rod just a little bit higher. Such fine jumpers and leapers you are! One day you will all be…
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Tuesday sends her regards, slipped in-between dodgy memories and a song that won't let go. It all blends nicely while we sit in the park, on a bench, drenched to the bone by that damn 40%. Wasn't supposed to be enough to worry about, so I went out and the umbrella stayed in. Fairytales are…
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everyone copies everyone elsecan't remember the lines that popped into my head just now but i'm sure you heard them loud enough to call them your ownsave your breathhold out your handsomeone is bound to click on the linkjump down the hole straight into the vaultget into the Subterfuge Groove(No Secret: the road is where…
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We are all throwing sticks at moving targets. If I get an idea to take hold, what may end up as remuneration is a stone thrown in my general direction. We should either be tired or experts by now, so very effective we've become at the game. Hurl an insult, dodge an injury. This isn't…
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near enough alikelove becomes a power toolanimosity battling to breathelashing out to have my sayassassination blood holds us in placehard not to hear the outburstinappropriate sharpen angry wordsa kick in the gut replyargumentative fighting to competeaggression loses its fun realization Brothers until our days fray and unravel and leave us to wonder: 'Which of…
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