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#pulls
sorta like: “how the ocean pulls back before it crashes over the beach and into the surrounding area upending everything“ EmilyRPeck (Axios) <><> a sight not uncommon, though 9 out of !0, the turbulence is moderated, local, dominated by the modesty of the gravitational pull of the moon moon bulging the earth’s oceans with invisible fingers, on the side then closest to its skyward residence, but when the sun and the moon align, and winds are violently stirred, the shapes of our landmasses redrawn the ferocious tides: no laughing manner “What has this to do with me?” asks the Simple Son. Each of has a place within, rarely heard, oft suppressed. that awards that this is a life’s possibility an upending wave piling boats in heaps upon lands for which boats never meant, a destruction total, and the stunned mind, asks over and over again, where did it all go? how came this to be? for our body’s mind, is our world unique, the tide thrives nightly coming for to cleanse, the stillness of illness survives the the cleaning crew’s best efforts, the body’s confusion at its inner contusions so noisy, a language nor well understood and I am immobilized and become confused within the boundaries of what I write here, and what has been written here; am sunk by tidal waves internal
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May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:39 AM UTC
how the ocean pulls back before it crashes over the beach and into the surrounding area upending everything
Hooks hurt ask the fish Attract me Pulls are nice ask lovers
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
Why hook?
When Fire met Ice time froze in the heat of the moment. The clock can only click again when the flames face the sun. While the tide pulls tight, wishing for an endless, silent night, true flames can only burn bright for one. Lights out, or sun over gun?
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Son of a Gun
Coming to the reunion party, You look drop dead gorgeous, Shoulderless you gyrate now, Your gown looks so golden, Every man is with their wife, Still, no one looks at his own, And everyone wants to feel you. I observe them adjusting pants, Stealing looks at you frequently, Few have their mouths open, For the past fifteen minutes, I grow slightly insecure, For you are so beautiful, My lovely gorgeous wife. Now the alpha male comes, I was not ready for him, He asks your hand for dance, You agree after looking at me, Then I see you dancing with him, He pulls you close to himself, You soon excuse yourself.
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
The Killer Pulsations
The Black hole Draws everything in A massive vortex Of unfathomable mass Crushing itself under its own weight What it pulls in is never seen again You might think it becomes nothing But hidden in the void of eternal darkness Is the nothing that is everything.
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
Black Hole