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#brownies
I'm sorry, I don't let it show, I pretend I don’t care, But please just know, The brownies meant: “I’m glad you’re there.”
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Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
Brownie
Valentine’s day I had an idea What if we made them Boxes of brownies? It’s a step up from chocolates, They like my baking, too We’ll make some for everyone else, too
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Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 6:21 AM UTC
Box of Brownies
╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮ Flaky caramel-brown crust of a shiny sheen Base of dark chewy chocolate moist and fudgy, scoop vanilla ice-cream each bite pure Yes! ╰⊰✿⊱╮
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
╰⊰✿ ́ Brownie'✿⊱╮
Brownies, Bogart's, or Borrowers within my halls,   pitter patter of small shoes in my dusty walls, I hear the ranting and mumbling of his voice echoing in my rooms, The scraping of his small tools fill me with gloom, the knocking, pounding, and banging at night make my nightmares come to life, so if i was you, I would plaster and grout every small hole you find about, for it is not a good thing to have a small being running about your things, so save your frustrations about the tiny thing and call a exterminator and do the right thing.
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
Something in my walls
...and I cut them in a 4 by 4 grid, just the way God intended.
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
World's Best Haiku
Summer days Inconsistent in England An old train from Piccadilly To New Mills Sweating up a steep hill To a blistering barbecue Bearing brownies To share with older brothers Spaced and complaisant Sedated in the sunshine Overlooking the opposing hills With an ex copper in our coterie So pleasantly surprised By the sun and situation But it's not summer anymore
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
1st of November
CDC was basically closed. Their OLCC application is stuck in processing somewhere between here and wherever. I went to the other one, instead. The taco place out front still isn't open. I have to imagine that a taco shop is going to do pretty well next to a dispensary. It was T2 something. Counter guy too cute, fast talker. It's a good smoke, but I ate a tray of brownies. I wish I could throw up, but if I'm gonna have love handles, I'd rather they be diabetes sweet, rather than the alternative.
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
What Do III
I can't see you. I can't protect you. Burning in your curiosity. Huffing another smoke, unrelenting. You don't understand the dream sugar. What you want, is something important. Something covered in whipped cream and bbq sauce. Exactly, me. Or not. You see, I'm just a voice in my head. Burning brownies baked with bread. You don't like brownies and bread? Well go to hell. They're my brownies. Mine, something you can't claim because you have nothing. No one, No idea and no value to anything. You value your brain and **** it for not being enough. Poison your body for not being able to take the strain of life. Burn your cigarette to take away the pain of being alone. Striking your soul, praying you never have to atone. Cologne rhymes with alone you know. Funny coincidence right? Brain power. Stained flower. Hope and happiness. Dope and sadness. Perception. Deception. Search for Purpose. Not whats on the Surface. Oh my elusive friend, trying to take the pain away. The point of life is not to avoid but to minimize. Like the Japanese! A child looks for purpose. An adult works towards it.
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
Covered in blood
Smell the air; he fails. His mother will be home. Scrape burnt chocolate into the trash and spray Febreeze. Bloodshot eyes and goodbye Mary.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
Tweet Poem 3
brownies taste better and fill me up with their love more than you. that's it.
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
brownies
Keep your cool, There's always money in the banana stand.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
The Banana Stand (10w)
Oh me, oh my. Why do I try, Its like sticking a camel through the miniture eye of a needle, I see thru every facade. The things I love have been deemed me odd. Oust the judgment which effects the mental of the masses, whose glasses started half full. Now they're half empty, No problem solved simply by lying and cheating and all of that bull. Influenced to forgive and forget, my mind, in time, forgot. Now I realize who im not. Not phoney or fake, I'll make a mistake This here is me and all that I got.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
The Confession
She's on my mind Every morning when the sun arises, I cant seem to imagine the sun highligthing her blonde hair as she lay next to me She's on my mind When I look at my phone praying that she would be thinking of me in that same moment and would tell me im on her mind. She's on my mind, late night, as I lay alone in my bed, dreaming of her warmth, as she cuddles so close to me, that we become one. She's on my mind, on my best days I wish, she was there to share, all the happiness that I feel. and in those moments when I, feel down or somewhere around She's on my mind. and I pray, That I am on hers.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
The One Track Mind
Brownies, more brownies, never can have enough. Dont you dare ruin my brownies with peacans or walnuts. Chocolate goodness in handheld bites. A brownie filled brownie, sounds so right. No icing, no extras, Just chocolate times ten! If you have had a today brownies, then your day is a win.
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
The Brownies Vol. 1
In reading this you will know me. Each word selected to fit my soul. My pain lies within each line, the love I feel represents the whole. Lost in the depths of my own soul. With no star in the sky as a guide, Somedays, I completely understand some days, are left so hollow. A gemini searching for himself, in a labrynth with no escape. I want the knowledge of knowing thy self. Surely everyone reading can relate. Though dark days are expected, along with pain the gain, is worth it when it is done. This message is for those who understand, be strong and carry on.
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
The Struggle
Nearly five in the morning but not quite yet, my coffee is cold, but its my best bet. The mind is racing the body has crashed, a ***** spacebar being constantly mashed. In the distance there is a disgusting cough, Just one more hour until im off.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
4:55 am on the clock.
I feel troubled, at war with myself, at war with fate. Master of my own destiny? I wish, I miss her. A million dollars is not enough, A billion, maybe. Yet longing for something money cant buy. Her. My demons haunt me, faultering. The duality in which I exist contracts and pulls at the soul, yet the heart only wants her. Ready to face the pain of rejection, the dooming blow of heartache. The darkness which will claim another piece of me. Is it worth it. Who knows, all the matters is her.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 5:47 AM UTC
Her
New York Sun Editor John B. Bogart once said When a dog bites a man, that is not news because it happens so often. But if a man bites a dog, now that's news. I think the same could be said of life, at least, mine anyway. Don't worry, I'm not going around biting dogs, but I am living it up as if my life were a story, because it is, otherwise, I'd be bored. But, if it were up to my parents, I'd be working some dead-end desk job at some marketing firm shilling packaged bread so I could pay off my student loans, own a home, get a wife & make enough dinero to march to retirement, just like everyone else. Same 'ol story. Dog bites man. Isn't it more exciting to read about a roving poet skipping around the world from Cairo to Toronto occasionally stopping to smoke on beaches all the while meeting people who seem like they're from a different dimension? I'm not saying I want a book written about me, but... if one should be in the works, I know it'd be a real page turner. Although, most in my generation has been told we're all unique and special; getting participation trophies in baseball & ribbons for being in the spelling-bee, yet we're all also told, or rather it's highly suggested we follow suit & get in line like our parents & grandparents did, continuing their stories of countless wars and conformity. Same 'ol story. Dog bites man. But nobody will read all these identical stories. That's part of the problem with people, only a few are living like they have a story to tell while most fade away in some gray apathy hell. Well, my brothers and sisters, I can only frame it to you this way, if you had a choice between reading the headlines: Person Does What they're Told Until Death or **Person Dies in a Skydiving Sound Circle **** & Bake Sale** which story are you going to read? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to make some magic brownies because I'm late to my skydiving ****** education lesson.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
A Story to Tell
New York Sun Editor John B. Bogart once said When a dog bites a man, that is not news because it happens so often. But if a man bites a dog, now that's news. I think the same could be said of life, at least, mine anyway. Don't worry, I'm not going around biting dogs, but I am living it up as if my life were a story, because it is, otherwise, I'd be bored. But, if it were up to my parents, I'd be working some dead-end desk job at some marketing firm shilling packaged bread so I could pay off my student loans, own a home, get a wife & make enough dinero to march to retirement, just like everyone else. Same 'ol story. Dog bites man. Isn't it more exciting to read about a roving poet skipping around the world from Cairo to Toronto occasionally stopping to smoke on beaches all the while meeting people who seem like they're from a different dimension? I'm not saying I want a book written about me, but... if one should be in the works, I know it'd be a real page turner. Although, most in my generation has been told we're all unique and special; getting participation trophies in baseball & ribbons for being in the spelling-bee, yet we're all also told, or rather it's highly suggested we follow suit & get in line like our parents & grandparents did, continuing their stories of countless wars and conformity. Same 'ol story. Dog bites man. But nobody will read all these identical stories. That's part of the problem with people, only a few are living like they have a story to tell while most fade away in some gray apathy hell. Well, my brothers and sisters, I can only frame it to you this way, if you had a choice between reading the headlines: Person Does What they're Told Until Death or **Person Dies in a Skydiving Sound Circle **** & Bake Sale** which story are you going to read? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to make some magic brownies because I'm late to my skydiving ****** education lesson.
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