February 2012
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at the end, we wont crawl back into our selves. we will only have flames or earth at our lips.
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it belongs to no one. conceived and conceited. it’s two forms hugging, looking off into opposite blanknesses. the scent hits into my shoulders and slightly below. pleasures my extremities have already conquered. scent is just a wrapped up word for smell. it is a sense. sense is just remembering. filling out a past for reference.
this is all just a string of consciousness while im barely...
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i know where the gravity of my parts are pulling me, but i cannot be held. there in the spaces between arms and the waves over my spine. the gaping cavity is splitting in my chest again. i cannot take it. i will not survive. i will smoke, again. i will drink, again. i will feel satisfied seeing the faces of friends. we repeat the words rolling under our teeth, hiding from the sin of truth: our...
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you
you are everything that happens around you.
i am the i within that you relinquish. i am the air held in lungs before action. i am what is perceived and manipulated. in unconsciousness and in awareness, i am breath and blood. i can’t stop my joints from moving lest they circle choke me dead. don’t analyse and stop the talk, stop pulling up the bed, just look at me and tell me what it...
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i like this boy
i like gradients
i like liquids. especially going down my throat
i like not feeling nervous and talking a lot about not bullshit things
i like feeling nervous and touching someones knees as if by accident.
i like music i didnt choose to listen to
i like music that is so familiar that i dont even notice it
i like thinking about things i like
i like that i can think about...
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i can’t cry unless i’m completely alone. even then it sometimes feels like i’m acting out theatrics to appease myself. to fulfill something unspeakable. in place of salt water my hands seize, thumbs collapse up into themselves, fingers sharpen into claws. i can’t roll cigarettes, can’t hold a drink. instead i jump out windows and try to remember the purpose of breath....
