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10/20/2015

never knew how blinding the

sun could be before I hid from it.

 

the dark is a dangerously

safe place to be isn’t it?

 

 

I think I found a new emotion

it comes from experiencing

the beauty of things I find

repulsive

 

all the dream house

developments nestled

like cheap toys

 

sun glinting off the bumper

to bumper traffic

arcing above the horizon

semis blocking out the sun

 

parking lots

fractals of shiny beetle shell

car bodies disappearing into the glare

 

countless things

somewhere between awe and loathing

it’s kind of like a scream

stuck in your chest.

 

 

also,  I think I keep seeing people

who aren’t real.

they exist. other people see them too.

but they just seem out of place.

or maybe too in it.

too predictable

 

I say I hate public transit

but ya know

I think half the time

I like sitting on bart

more than doing

whatever the **** I left

the house to do

 

my mind wanders best when

my body is hurdling through

space at high speeds

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it’s been weird

going thru an old journal

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