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Just another WordPress.com site. March 23, 2015. Your nickles and dimes pray at Safeway. When shit gets real you walk away. You quote words of fat white men. Book of revelations is only a sin. Against women and children. Plants and animals make room for your fat butt? Air conditioned office, swimming pool. Life of grid lock traffic, sub par school. Sociopath or well-meant fool. Once you upon a time you dreamed. Once upon a time you schemed. Upon perhaps stars in your heart but. February 2, 2015. While ou...
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Just another WordPress.com site. Larr; 1994 journal entry. April 20, 2015. Grey day, grey nightfall, restless breeze sounds like an astral body swathed in silk, slithering through eucalyptus. i feel old, i feel like jupiter, as if i were the one pummelled by comets, like i’ve had the wind knocked out of me and it is whispering in the trees, seeking the home it knew. One Comment on “”. April 20, 2015 at 10:00 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Growing jour...
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Just another WordPress.com site. Heavy the tomb of tomorrow. October 3, 2015. I dream i beg another day. Silent night inside this skin. I poke the plastic with my eye. So i can see the were-within. Untaxed, devowed, rendered useless. In a world that values pride. Devoured, unfound, this simple life. This simple life that hides inside. Every day i am waking up. Wonder how i got here. Step into feet that feel. One bit cold, one bit queer. Feet that dance in remission. Under sky that weeps and moans. If you...
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Just another WordPress.com site. Larr; the tower. May 9, 2015. I’m not crying about this world. No tears for me, but for inner girl. The child we hold close inside. Who is terrified of being alive. Her world was full of peace. Alone under quiet redwood trees. No judgement and no sin. Just breathing is-ness, so-called zen. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email. What Does N...
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Just another WordPress.com site. May 9, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Where Are We Going? What Does Not Kill Me -. Meetin...