Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Shame
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You're better off finding a trusted civilian who'll listen to your (what usually are very amusing) existential crises, and maintaining a lifestyle where your body and mind are allowed to perform at peak proficiency. Sorry, I hope that didn't come out sounding all preachily privileged because, you know: You are perfect just the way you…
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Time is fluid, and what I said yesterday is a betrayal sneaking up on you in 3 … 2 … 1 … The downfall has happened. It goes back to my desire for seeing you leave before the month is out. I have enough strength for the both of us, and therein lies our demise.…
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I. A HeartJudging A Ginkgo LeafFallingA RavenMimicking II. The Sun speaks of renewed trust, but do I take this as a sign everything is all right? Not so hasty. Lines are drawn farther and wider now, and still you see some good in me. Let's clarify what judgment really means as we're attracted to the…
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Even though I drew itI didn't need to cross itEverything I makeI undoYou've registered your discomfortI've rendered myself a triggerAll in the quest to learnWhat is true
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Yea, for the unreasonable season be upon us, and emotions are squishy and raw. Deal with the feels if you must. But for the sake of propriety (sobriety, piety) please don't go losing your everloving mind during this Neptunian grope fest.
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Dudes are getting in trouble for being dudes. The rest of us are scrambling to fill the positions from which said dudes (Tastemakers!) get ousted. What will the world look like when power is shifted? We are still humans, after all. Can I raise my hemline and my vibration at the same time without inciting…
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Pitchforks grasped within sweaty fists. Fair and balanced they are not, but the Tastemakers set the pace and throw shit like nobody's business. Drop and roll and duck and cover. Misery is today's Blue Plate Special. Hatred is an acquired taste. Acceptance, evidently, requires a blood test. Have willpower, Patience! You'll never be the right…
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A number on the bathroom scale does not determine health or warm fuzzy nudges of "I am the best lookin' bitch on the block!" Rather, how many times I can walk around the block before I get winded is my measurement of cardiovascular wellness. This bipedal mode of locomotion is also a super way to…
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Misty sees you wandering the halls. It is not easy for you as flesh is pressed in uncomely ways. Always rubbed the wrong way; trousers are a bitch with which you must compromise. Your body longs to wrap itself in a tupenu. But you are seen through the lens of love. Your body of work…
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Shoved to the back of the shelf with a hole in my belly. My appearance invites conversations about identity and isms, so I suppose I can't complain about my station in life. I came into the world like this, but it's your perception that defines me. Some see a foe, a friend, a fetish. I…
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