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Where am I? Choking tilt of the earth, forfeit of the sun. Tomorrow will be as today, a precession in retrospect, an nth masquerade in relapse.
All has been said.
open home
gutter bird
head apart, apart apart

all toil, toil
sheets and time

why’d you bring me here?
we never should have arrived.
no one laughs the dead houses
line the streets i
never had anything
before the ritz and lsd
funnelled into shopping malls
hypnagogic life
taught whither wither
a dying world.
corporate plazas !
police ten murderers !
food taxes disproportionately affecting the poor !
trickle down ideology !
neoimperialism !
the smashed up remains of a syrian refugee’s greenhouse !
just **** me now !

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We can not go there & we can do nothing with goats in our pockets
'cause heaven's a divine portal for the totality of our ***** & sockets
We can't go there & we can do something with boats in our pockets
'cause heaven's God's door for the sum of 6 ***** & mid-leg sockets
that fall under the underlings whose socks are from cotton-sock kits
for high frequency, amplitude & pulse brassieres made to shock ****
of crude gals schtupping **** males in a kettle of ½-stewed whales

I saved millions of dollars on my next house with smart real estate knowledge that few people have because they are poor & ugly and you can too! To learn all about it so that you'll become all-knowing, act now or later before it's too late to do anything about it!

The largest ***** in the world lifted the coffin lid compassionately,
as his loving mother had been put in a pine coffin because she died at home, in the care of her large son, the largest ***** in the world.
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putrescence
bear the haunt of nothing
all fingers and teeth
down your neck
sister mary without her veil
narcogenic

i’m worn through my nails
i’m sick of everything.
it's like i have it all
good grades, a job, a roof over my head, a family who loves me, a boyfriend who i love more than life itself - a feeling that is reciprocated tenfold.

yet

i feel the shadow of an emptiness that i can't seem to fill
the remnants of a sadness that was once so profound still linger in my consciousness and
although small
are mighty
they are capable of eating me alive and my soul drowns in their waters
i feel as if i don't deserve the good i have
i feel as if i don't deserve the love that is given to me
i thank the powers that be for everything that i have
yet
if i say this out loud
i think i seem ungrateful
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