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matthew-macdonald
matthew-macdonald
I was born / I'm alive / and I will, someday, die
Those guys want the same thing fame without work recognition without study here we go again buckle up
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
on the events in washington dc
Eyes almost closed, chewing mint gum and sipping hot coffee the road right before me taking me nowhere I have what it takes to steer it off the exit ramp come get me god I'm tired and going nowhere let's talk and stay up more tonight
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Being Tired And Driving Nowhere
You are the way the only way music? More like angelic charming keep it up
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Upon listening to Angel Olsen
That Lady There are phases to looking at women on the street Yes you see them before you see them But then you look away Afraid to to find out they don’t love you Sneak a peek Then look away Frightening And deadly Full of kindness They know They know the world you can’t find under that janus mask World might collide But that lady would be the dividing line Sneak a second peek know it’s all over You’re found out But still shy Now walk along strong And un-humiliated You know she will
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
That Lady
Pour another drink Seas of cans An endless reminder Coming in from the outside world That you still can drown On your own Away And silent, waiting for a drought You will die And retirement is the goal before the end A preliminary before dying Doing things that should have been done When younger And more experienced So let’s die together Can to mouth A good action A well spent piece of time Ill sum them all up And write a Book One day
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
Can to mouth
The world will see itself from a third party view when I am done It pays for this vision in quarters, nickels, and dimes Looking everyday for slots in the earth to finger it's coins into It gets old, she gets old, she gets tired, paying for piece of mind all the time Watching farms fly and mushroom clouds of people continually miss them over And over Again Always melting all our faces away and keeping our hands rough She gets tired of the difference, the chase, the neutrality, the sides to take It’s seeing a vision with no context Yes you see everything inside out Don’t talk to anyone Yes your right and everyone is wrong She sees me in the bathroom at night staring at the mirror Staring at myself from a third party view I pay for it with beliefs, fairness, equality, color, driving my car Every world is one that will not look past itself Or through itself We are our own planets Pretending to be jumbled together in the galaxy But we’re all alone Looking at ourselves from third party views
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
Nonsense...true
There is a corner in my apartment where all the beer cans go where I go when I'm through with the day out and about an empty place for all the empty cans and words I've placed in them next to a window outside the bathroom and I walk to the fridge every now and then and notice them there for just a moment just a moment all it takes
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
All it Takes
All the stories of love are just stories told by the old and young wienies in the loving room it's clear, with any sense at all, that love is just as watered down, dull, and ******** as all its users
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
Untitled
The threat of nonexistence does not frighten only the journey there and the inconvenience of it all
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Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
notes on thoughts of life ending
days ago I trotted to my kitchen from my desk for a glass of water drinking only half and leaving the rest to bubble over and become stale now as I write the glass remains but is slowly fleeting
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
Untitled