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breakfast in the afternoon while dancing to a few a songs from the radio and the bugs skitter on saliva that sits on the porch, she yells. ''TOO LATE'' door slams and a picture falls from the wall and shatters into 17 pieces leaving other fragments of wood. I hear cars screeching outside as oil cascades onto the boardwalk. an old lady is rubbing her thigh and flicking her neck from the previous hour's injection. I have yet to watch that show. some guy wants my number but he has a fiancé and she thinks I look strange in my green overalls. van gogh was a kind man. I have got other errands. my thumb Is protruding and the index still thumps sometimes from when I sliced a good portion at work-- never compensated. still walking on hot rocks and still recycling newspapers. still eating from tin cans on the dresser that I got for 3 cents in the 1930's. have yet to read a book I've liked for some time. still trying to make sense. still writing. still breathing and pretending i'm a messiah. still awaiting the crucifixion
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
the crucifixion
breakfast in the afternoon while dancing to a few a songs from the radio and the bugs skitter on saliva that sits on the porch, she yells. ''TOO LATE'' door slams and a picture falls from the wall and shatters into 17 pieces leaving other fragments of wood. I hear cars screeching outside as oil cascades onto the boardwalk. an old lady is rubbing her thigh and flicking her neck from the previous hour's injection. I have yet to watch that show. some guy wants my number but he has a fiancé and she thinks I look strange in my green overalls. van gogh was a kind man. I have got other errands. my thumb Is protruding and the index still thumps sometimes from when I sliced a good portion at work-- never compensated. still walking on hot rocks and still recycling newspapers. still eating from tin cans on the dresser that I got for 3 cents in the 1930's. have yet to read a book I've liked for some time. still trying to make sense. still writing. still breathing and pretending i'm a messiah. still awaiting the crucifixion
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
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