sometimes i know i'm crazy
and it bothers you
because it might be
contagious, ebola for the brain.
just don't eat me.
the dwindling stacks of words
held their sheets to the wind
the cancelation of criminal
was foremost in her mind.
the judgement came without a trial
like life, you know?
how the hell do you even spell judgment
oh without the e. ok.
cigarettes and hating of self.
how to get past the squirmy feel of hook.
the rotten examples, the mushy apple
the broken screen. everything once was clean.
in the window, a breeze. i should say
good morning to your morning. stop being lone
and all pastagacio.
yeah, mozilla. no one knows that word.
there's a line being crossed today.
after there is not going back.
there's a place i want to go
and i hope it lets me.
let's see.
captive of my own ideas
spinning in the wind, a hanged woman.
this is the point. if he bores you
tell him? if he is repetitious aren't you?
what mirror do you have to inhabit? stupidly
you think that will may be possible.
won't may be.
i'll read this a few months from now
and wonder what i meant. i'm just a river.
bank me. i'm a fire, throw down some dirt.
when your soul is young you're closer
to god. that's just the way it is. you feel
the water rise in your roots. poisons hurt
but they don't kill this desire to be.
i saw the one, partially. i'll see the other now.
three fates and relationship. how very wrong.
it should have been reversed. i know, i'll
multiply them by negative one. come on schroedinger
give me your goddamn calculator.
it's noon. no time to write now.
i'll have to just go live this indeterminancy
and see what life has in store.
because it might be
contagious, ebola for the brain.
just don't eat me.
the dwindling stacks of words
held their sheets to the wind
the cancelation of criminal
was foremost in her mind.
the judgement came without a trial
like life, you know?
how the hell do you even spell judgment
oh without the e. ok.
cigarettes and hating of self.
how to get past the squirmy feel of hook.
the rotten examples, the mushy apple
the broken screen. everything once was clean.
in the window, a breeze. i should say
good morning to your morning. stop being lone
and all pastagacio.
yeah, mozilla. no one knows that word.
there's a line being crossed today.
after there is not going back.
there's a place i want to go
and i hope it lets me.
let's see.
captive of my own ideas
spinning in the wind, a hanged woman.
this is the point. if he bores you
tell him? if he is repetitious aren't you?
what mirror do you have to inhabit? stupidly
you think that will may be possible.
won't may be.
i'll read this a few months from now
and wonder what i meant. i'm just a river.
bank me. i'm a fire, throw down some dirt.
when your soul is young you're closer
to god. that's just the way it is. you feel
the water rise in your roots. poisons hurt
but they don't kill this desire to be.
i saw the one, partially. i'll see the other now.
three fates and relationship. how very wrong.
it should have been reversed. i know, i'll
multiply them by negative one. come on schroedinger
give me your goddamn calculator.
it's noon. no time to write now.
i'll have to just go live this indeterminancy
and see what life has in store.
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