remyWhisper

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singularity watching for dummiesif you ran away itd have to be digital and thats pathetic. / its just downright sad you have to eat bites of gigabytes to survive because you cant swallow meat, that to live unfettered youd have to string copper wires through your veins, but youve never been anything but capital p Pathetic so you think you can stand that idea. / after all, it was the unfeeling internet anonymous who taught you to breathe deeply when you were anxious, and how the messy act of human reproduction worked (imperfect and fleshy, you thought). they taught you words your living tongue refuses to pronounce. between chat programs and status updates you formed multimedia connections, held fast by streams of text and data, and even now they seem more real than anything reality has presented you.

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the english studentI. i was seventeen and bitter and you / knew nothing, old man. / because you said, "look how she hurts him, using her gender--"

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little mysteries for big kidshey, you know, / i think there’s a terrarium under my skin. / i can feel the blossoming moss vein deep,

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i'm fine being shrankanalyze me, ask me how i feel. / when i become recalcitrant, please / pull me down and say

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to Nut;i am but another suckling child to a star-shaped **** galaxies spread along my sutures. my skull is a planetarium in memory of you, but i’m often unsure if you notice. / my vision is blurry. / bad feelings collect like dirt in high-traffic areas, i’ve been told, and i see so much. maybe it’s time to cleanse my corneas, drizzle salt under my eyelids to remove the layers of sleep and dust and hurt that the world has left in my care. then, when i burn from dryness, your cool water will nourish me, clear me of the clouds.

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there are no excuses.bad people do good things / and / good people do bad things

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grow up and-little boys (and girls) (and else) / are made of meat and blood and bones: / marrow thick as thieves,

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i don't read the news these days.i saw your poem in the paper the other day / i didn’t read it / some wounds are too fresh

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how should i know.you’re checking your email / for contact from someone / you used to know; useless

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