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Category: Solitude
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No. I can't outrun a sabre-toothed tiger. But I'll always have two paces up on you which will spare me from being a meal. #LiveToSeeAnotherDay Then I told you this: "Always know the score. As long as you know the score, ignore it and live in fantasyland. Or meet the situation head-on and change it.…
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Maybe this peace isn't completely soulless To pick up a pencil and scratch on a padis au courantI favor keys clacking and mispelled words makin' music without even tryin' I like your voice better in the Meditative Houreach breathA FlowerNo tensionNo tightropeNo walker Over turbulent water This journey has found its feet
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longing for the old countrywhere its inhabitants would eat your tender bellyand spit out what would be left of any backboneyou are neither just off the boatnor are you 15 quid short of the price needed for membershipyour contacts are clouded by a pretty shade of pussy willowwhile you struggle to juggle disparate worlds in…
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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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In your solitude, create art. Virginia would want you to. There is no such thing as loneliness. Rub away the charcoal line until the jawbone is softened. With eraser, swipe at age spots that give up the great lie. Smooth as a baby's argument; clear as the conscience of a nun. Creases are a way…
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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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The light is diffused where you sit; off days spent pondering a smoky room. Why aren't you running out of the building, screaming FIRE! FIRE!? If it weren't for the Dead End advice Leoni gave me, I'd have believed all this time you were the Zeitgeist Master. What a disaster that would've been. I'm sick of…
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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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KindnessIsSometimesShady Memories areYielding Greatness is secondary toEarnestnessNever let action become thoughts Xylose and roses Another year pierces the heartSolidifying the need forSolitude
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