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CoyoteBlood
Coyote Blood will kill you.
I've never been to an Opening Day, and never to a World Series game. I did once go to a game against the Red Sox, but it got rained out before it started, and I ended up at a vegan restaurant on 72nd & Lex with Steve-O from ******* Today is a holiday, watching with my daughter, both of us wearing custom Yankees jerseys. I am as proud as Thurman Munson's mustache This is better than any World Series or victory of the ******** Red Sox; this is magic and made memory. Maybe this season will be the one, a home run, for team and me.
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
Ode to the Yankees (2021)
when we trace the fear backwards we come upon treasure that was lost like the canary in the coal mine. I am not cool, and that is cool. hummus is cool, and it loves people more than I do. The laughing shadowy girl who stood at midnight by the flowering tree is cool. I stand in a city of glass, dying so deep near the message river, uncool. The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool.
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 12:45 PM UTC
we're all trying to look cool
Thanks, Elliot. Your name is not Elliot. But I have to give you a new name to move on. I see a left collarbone on a complicated Pisces who collects records. I see the condensation on a can of club soda sitting in the garage. I see smells as memory, reminding me to sing the time being. a couple quarter hours until we implode into music. Dream of joy with me, while ordering books from Amazon drones. So much can happen here; walking around waiting to get my feelings hurt. Time to let go. There are two ways to make a transition on a mixtape: smooth or jarring.
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:31 AM UTC
Two Hours and Change
When it finds a match, the fire sends its regards for the source of its warmth. Where heat   and breast floats gold, I see the old sky new. Why a mold that charms cats and brothers as the offender of kings. What's more, it knows the Tarantula D'amour. We all burn slow, even if we die young; so be it. Well, let's live today if not and especially tomorrow doesn't exist.
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:29 AM UTC
New Tues