~for Thomas, , who makes his case, with a smallish W.~
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but with braggadocio intensity,
careless pressure, push on, to when is the end,
pick a notion, drown in sweet and salty potions,
pick a word, push aside when a better one comes along to take a ride;
the metered metronome is in my fingertips flying across the surface
of whatever the handiest surface; kitchen table top, cloth napkin be
****** the power saw screaming restlessly unrelentingly, slash and burn for the next to take its turn to be burnt on the who’s up next for
the auto-da-fé; and the pulse is my snare drum, my heart beating is a dylan harmonica wailing, can’t keep up, can’t keep up, so it just cries
until it can cannot; care is a wasted, an over consideration too much sensitivity when brutal wrecks it self in streaming bursts and creativity is a soap used to wash your mouth out,
exhausted, &
drink a milk gallon fueling full, wipe your brain’s mouth out &
on your sleeve, you a bad boy writer, who only lives to die, a few more times a daily
11:55~11:59 am
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 11:57 AM UTC
~for Thomas, , who makes his case, with a smallish W.~
—————-
but with braggadocio intensity,
careless pressure, push on, to when is the end,
pick a notion, drown in sweet and salty potions,
pick a word, push aside when a better one comes along to take a ride;
the metered metronome is in my fingertips flying across the surface
of whatever the handiest surface; kitchen table top, cloth napkin be
****** the power saw screaming restlessly unrelentingly, slash and burn for the next to take its turn to be burnt on the who’s up next for
the auto-da-fé; and the pulse is my snare drum, my heart beating is a dylan harmonica wailing, can’t keep up, can’t keep up, so it just cries
until it can cannot; care is a wasted, an over consideration too much sensitivity when brutal wrecks it self in streaming bursts and creativity is a soap used to wash your mouth out,
exhausted, &
drink a milk gallon fueling full, wipe your brain’s mouth out &
on your sleeve, you a bad boy writer, who only lives to die, a few more times a daily
11:55~11:59 am
a rap, a shot, wriiten all in a single seltzers spritzing streaming, snd let me amen selah
An auto-da-fé (Portuguese for "act of faith") was a public ritual of penance for condemned heretics and apostates imposed by the Spanish, Portuguese, or Mexican Inquisition between the 15th and 19th centuries. These dramatic spectacles, featuring processions and sermons, aimed to enforce religious orthodoxy and state power, often culminating in the execution of condemned individuals by civil authorities.
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