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41/M/Couch to couch USA I’m still here.
I’ve only ever seen two outcomes in terms of meeting people: you’re either betrayed or forgotten about. and sometimes I’d rather take the malicious stabbing of bad faith over the slow waltz with the long knife. that’s all.
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Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 12:27 PM UTC
hi, how are you?
it’s sad to say that nowadays a smile is more often used to hide depression rather than express happiness.
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Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
smile
I watch her apply creams and lotions to her face through the steamed glass of the shower door before lathering, rinsing off and stepping out. she greets me at the bathmat with a towel, then towels me off and flashes me the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. I smile back, feeling more understood and less misconstrued as she pats and wipes the beads of water away. it’s moments like these that can make a man crumble into submission, capturing the quick glimpses of the joy and the gentle peace from another beautiful soul when there’s so much terror, fame & corruption reigning down in this misbegotten world. we stand there facing one another we don’t have to be anybody we don’t have to be anyplace we don’t have to worry about anything we can just simply enjoy each other’s company looking deep into the eyes she caresses my beard she understands me she takes care of me & it’s nice to be taken of especially after a lifetime of taking care of yourself I stand there feeling the good times pass as she dries my ***** with this lucratively warm towel.
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Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
toweling off
these people I can’t see them anymore I don’t want to see them anymore I have no desire to see them anymore I never think about phoning them or messaging them or stopping by to say “hi.” I don’t care about what’s happening in their lives or who they’re dating or what memories we had together yet they insist, they demand that I visit them that I sit down with them that I talk about nothing important with them and I can’t say no because I know how it feels: during those times, when I was down and out and needed someone to turn to, to talk to but there was no one around I felt the terror & the darkness constricting my cold and lonely heart as all the vitality and connection was draining from my ventricles of ire like blood from a stone and so much of that over a lengthy period of time has made me a lot stronger, more independent from people and maybe even borderline aloof from all human interaction I no longer need them I no longer want them around but I can’t let anyone feel that same way that I felt so long ago. pitiful.
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Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 12:57 PM UTC
pitiful
the lockers rife with clowns and the frittering of time as the ***** boys got ready to work their ***** minds down at the ***** factory and boast about ***** things too often degrading and unkind. I tried to stay out of it until one officious co-worker had the gall to ask, “what’s your preference in women?” whereby, my response was, “I see my women like flavors; white women are too bland, black women are too flavorful and Indian women are a bit over-seasoned. you need the right amount of spice. Latina women got it but they cheat so, I’d have to go with Asian women. they’re perfection is unmatched.” laughter emerged and rumbled down the grey factory walls where the metal tin roof had rattled, the ***** air pervaded with rust and tears and a mouthful of peanuts were spat onto a grimy floor they laughed and kept on laughing until their bellies burst never have they heard such a response like that before and I just went back to work, treading in the depths of my own conviction, not really seeing why I wasn’t being taken so seriously.
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Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
flavors
people have their god and people have their no god but neither has solid proof nor the definitive answer only what they truly believe in and they’re so sure of themselves that they’ll defend and protect their beliefs if any differences are shouted at them and they’ll hold and cradle their beliefs tightly like a security blanket and they’ll preach their beliefs to any pair of ears they come across it’s the never-ending game straddling the on-going centuries if you have god, go with god and if you have nothing, go with nothing just leave me the hell out of it: your beliefs my beliefs his beliefs her beliefs their beliefs were never a certainty.
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May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 1:42 PM UTC
beliefs
when you trim your ***** and your mustache with the same pair of scissors when you hand over your entire paycheck to the bartender of doom and glee when you write a bounced check at the grocery store when you sleep with a girl who isn’t clean when you’re young, lost, broken and poor when your childhood runs hard and your luck runs out when your best friend is dead and your other friend is ******* your girl when your dog sleeps in the afternoon and dreams of the neighborhood ***** when your nutrients gets replaced with Xanax bars over the one who just left when your tired eyes meet the brick & mortar of strenuous labor when the smile is so fake that it appears genuine when you go all in on someone you weren’t 100% sure of when you wait on bleeding knees for the unreliable god when you bet on the boxer that crashed to the canvas when the interest is high and the banks are closed and the creditors don’t care about grace periods when you understand very little and you expel a whole lot when the cord of anxiety strangles your very essence when you turn out to be just as everyone expected don’t worry it’ll all turn around and find you again someway somehow.
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May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 11:52 AM UTC
between the ages of eighteen and death
the smell of the barbecue grill taunts my hunger pains I walk on by uninvited with no place to go.
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May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 1:42 PM UTC
party
“I look at you,” he told me, “and I think to myself; now here’s a guy whose got it all: he’s over fed, has a nice watch on his wrist and his shoes, although not my style, are brand new. The only thing he doesn’t have are troubles and worries.” “bartender,” I shouted, “I’ll take one more and the tab.” “hey man what about me,” he asked, “mind topping me off?” “and another one for the poor sap next to me.” “you see what I mean,” he continued. “you can afford to buy drinks for yourself and for others. as for myself, they forced me into a war I didn’t support and I also got my *** shot off for a cause unknown. I was stripped of my emotions, gutted from my life, they sodomized my psyche, carved the dream out of my head and I was never given a chance at having children or a future. and all this happened before I ever held a beer or tasted a cigarette or had a woman in my bed.” I didn’t bother responding in hopes that he’d get the hint but as expected, he was as clueless as my ex-wife and as he carried on with relentless persistency each word dug in like a cat scratch and all I could do was clench my glass tighter and tighter to contain myself. “I’ve been spit on, kicked out, beat up and let down,” he further continued. “the streets are hard and unkind and everywhere you go you’re unwanted and everything is locked. why do you think I pour into these bars late at night? to drink? naw man, I just need a place to go, a roof over my head you know?” that was it. I had enough. I finished my drink, got off the stool and headed toward the exit. “hey buddy,” he shouted, “can I get another one for the road?” “no.” “just one more?” “NO!” I screamed. “c’mon man, you’ve got everything and I’ve got nothing. what makes you better than anyone else?” “now look here you bumbling idiot…” “but…but…but…” he interrupted. “I’ve heard your tales of woe and now you’re going to listen to me,” I said sternly. “I look overfed because of poor diet and lack of exercise caused by working 60-80 hours a week with no time to take care of myself. I have a nice watch and new shoes but it came with a price. I’ve traded in my freedom for comfort, my time for materials and any chance of love for success. you say I have everything and you have nothing? I say you’re wrong. you’ve got something I no longer possess and that my friend is soul. don’t lose that. don’t buy into the mold. don’t conform. don’t become like everyone else. most of the people you see in here have imprisoned themselves into their own personal hell. that’s the way society wants it. but you’re free. truly free. and another thing… don’t worry about sorrow. everyone’s got problems and nobody wants to hear about it. why do you think people are in here? for the enjoyment? no, there here to forget. just. like. you.” **** you ******* I don’t need a lecture from you or your cheap advice. all I need is a ******* drink!” …and with that, I walked out into the dark and empty streets where they greeted me with their silence.
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May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 3:04 PM UTC
heckling the locals
“I look at you,” he told me, “and I think to myself; now here’s a guy whose got it all: he’s over fed, has a nice watch on his wrist and his shoes, although not my style, are brand new. The only thing he doesn’t have are troubles and worries.” “bartender,” I shouted, “I’ll take one more and the tab.” “hey man what about me,” he asked, “mind topping me off?” “and another one for the poor sap next to me.” “you see what I mean,” he continued. “you can afford to buy drinks for yourself and for others. as for myself, they forced me into a war I didn’t support and I also got my *** shot off for a cause unknown. I was stripped of my emotions, gutted from my life, they sodomized my psyche, carved the dream out of my head and I was never given a chance at having children or a future. and all this happened before I ever held a beer or tasted a cigarette or had a woman in my bed.” I didn’t bother responding in hopes that he’d get the hint but as expected, he was as clueless as my ex-wife and as he carried on with relentless persistency each word dug in like a cat scratch and all I could do was clench my glass tighter and tighter to contain myself. “I’ve been spit on, kicked out, beat up and let down,” he further continued. “the streets are hard and unkind and everywhere you go you’re unwanted and everything is locked. why do you think I pour into these bars late at night? to drink? naw man, I just need a place to go, a roof over my head you know?” that was it. I had enough. I finished my drink, got off the stool and headed toward the exit. “hey buddy,” he shouted, “can I get another one for the road?” “no.” “just one more?” “NO!” I screamed. “c’mon man, you’ve got everything and I’ve got nothing. what makes you better than anyone else?” “now look here you bumbling idiot…” “but…but…but…” he interrupted. “I’ve heard your tales of woe and now you’re going to listen to me,” I said sternly. “I look overfed because of poor diet and lack of exercise caused by working 60-80 hours a week with no time to take care of myself. I have a nice watch and new shoes but it came with a price. I’ve traded in my freedom for comfort, my time for materials and any chance of love for success. you say I have everything and you have nothing? I say you’re wrong. you’ve got something I no longer possess and that my friend is soul. don’t lose that. don’t buy into the mold. don’t conform. don’t become like everyone else. most of the people you see in here have imprisoned themselves into their own personal hell. that’s the way society wants it. but you’re free. truly free. and another thing… don’t worry about sorrow. everyone’s got problems and nobody wants to hear about it. why do you think people are in here? for the enjoyment? no, there here to forget. just. like. you.” **** you ******* I don’t need a lecture from you or your cheap advice. all I need is a ******* drink!” …and with that, I walked out into the dark and empty streets where they greeted me with their silence.
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I’ve been at the helm on a rudderless ship lost in a mercurial sea of deficiency I could fly by the sit of my pants with a suitcase already packed on any given day at any given time at any given place I was where I wanted to be seeing who I wanted to see doing what I wanted to do despite my responsibilities as a father or having to face the daunting tasks that appeased my current girlfriend(s). having no structure and no plan, life was a timeline of formidable prospects. I rather enjoyed it quite nicely.
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May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 7:59 PM UTC
selfish