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Want muscles to lift– the Klarstein AC box two stories, my goddaughter hanging like a monkey from my arm, my wooden desk, vacuum underneath. Want money for– wasting time studying poetry at McGill, a scandinavian-style apartment in Griffintown, donating 500 a month to CMHA. A homeless woman– I gave her 4 dimes, 71 dollars for a Phillips Bodygroomer 7000, Amazon Prime, one day shipping. Bee book– edited Joana’s new chapter, didn’t drive Patricia home. Good, or maybe bad. I want. I want freedom. Want of kindness. Want of power.
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6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:07 PM UTC
Want of Power
Want muscles to lift– the Klarstein AC box two stories, my goddaughter hanging like a monkey from my arm, my wooden desk, vacuum underneath. Want money for– wasting time studying poetry at McGill, a scandinavian-style apartment in Griffintown, donating 500 a month to CMHA. A homeless woman– I gave her 4 dimes, 71 dollars for a Phillips Bodygroomer 7000, Amazon Prime, one day shipping. Bee book– edited Joana’s new chapter, didn’t drive Patricia home. Good, or maybe bad. I want. I want freedom. Want of kindness. Want of power.
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6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:07 PM UTC
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