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Jan 2016
and I’m going along with my merry thoughts, wherever they may take me
and sometimes it leads to something profound, but most often
not anywhere at all, it goes this ways
and that
and it cannot be tracked, it runs around circus wheels, it plays with james dean as the devil, it runs with daniel day lewis into new personas, all the way, all the way, it deals with time tables, formed into absolute chaos, it begins with the forming of a new age and then eats itself and starts back inward again, it is a hypotuse, without any cameras, stuck in a gymnasium, with nothing but hand shakes that do not mean anything, its making it way through the barrakades of your interior, its reaching out to hammocks and outer branches, it is terrified that you are about the leap to the next chapter and never figure out what comes next.  I am the person to teach because I am the person who is also reluctant, but this would never fly with the school system.  It is calm, it is relentless.  It is beautifully neurotic in its own powers, she wants it she wants it she wants it and I gave it to her, the best way I could, the best way I could.  her body is so incredible, as it is, as it is, and I want it that way, lay me away, lay me away, lay me away,

darkened by the maddened bundle,

streaming on

streaming on

streaming on

Wherever they
may take me
Hurt LockerFeed Birds
Written by
Hurt LockerFeed Birds  25/M/San Francisco
(25/M/San Francisco)   
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   Arcassin B
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