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Jun 2017
outside a car is rolling by and they're throwing big blocks of wood

that sometimes other cars run over

and it splinters

and hits pedestrians and i hear

yelling and cursing

and babies shouting
as the ambulance arrives


and performs the heimlich-


and a hellicopter in the distance is swallowed by angry clouds.


any way-

i haven't been to the grocery store in 2 months-

but i buy plenty of energy drinks at the rite aid and sometimes nougat bars and various
fruits and grains.

i walk out of there
and a woman kind of leers at me, and her dog is lunging at me and i grip my knife--

but it was my fault
because i'm ugly apparently.

then the rain comes,

and i'm stuck for 6 hours swinging my head around and looking into an eclipse

and the *******

all ride ponies while the apocalyse looms ever nearer and


the doomsday horsemen behead a man in istanbul.


the bag of coins
is shiny like fresh tin foil

in a box of mints
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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