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Chimera melons Mar 2010
Huddled flocks pecking around
seasick seasick seasick
Stor-it-all ransacked for tax reforms
jupiter pinetrees form less pyramids a month plus shipping
Monoatomic white gold texas teatree oil of bullfight storefronts
coronas eject breast milk of magnessium sulphate under the table
dealers lower deck slips tips into his cup o soup for 99 cents
landsick landsick rot cod rot cod
dot dash doctor ankh eyes windup toys half price
sentences complete fusion conagra foods lose stock market value
Judgement night of the living end time shared ethical treatments
and other plastic surgeries
hydra lost all the fifties movie stars heads and robots grew back so quickly to take their places everyone pay it forward
ships mast ripping into the ocean spray on tans
compass spun bankrupt Say Jack E onasis
chaste chasis mer ka bah light bringer fire eater
danse macabre four pillars swatch at Sacs on fifth avenue
avec mon couer le chat screams cheshire teeth porcupine all over my new
dress shirt,  that stain is not going to come out
and playground beef factory farmed like high school mindgames
seasick seasick see it see
i see

She really was real in reality where I was too real in your past


It past us by with no pillowfights , mutual loss of trustfunds
we never had
, purposefully failed attempts to make little beastly humans grow in her stomach and burst out like aliens happen in her car on long trips.

lost art of making art artfully with out chiclet teeth blank eyes and jumping breaking stuffand hitchhiker guy twisting wills
by throwing green boxes into the dark on bike trails

or inviting things to watch ***** fountains ,
endlessly cutting out pictures
, orange ice cream menthol cigarettes and choco pyramids ,
fake friends find you when you run away from yourself
so don't play hide and go seek or you might be gone forever until the devil finds you and takes you to jailbird

jacobs ladder rung 9  times and I answered my phone
"Hello ?"  
It was the silence of God on the line.
The cosmic vibration of pure being.
I didn't listen for long enough and ran out of minutes.
All right copyrighted in glorious technicolor
cierra fielding Nov 2018
I woke up late. **** it I hate waking up late.
Hungover. Terribly hungover.
Shower


the only way ill be able to start today is if i crawl in that shower. turn the water all the way up to scolding.
I sit and let the water hit my back like ambers from fresh flames
i watch my skin turn pink from the heat.
I sit and sit and think of where to start and how I didnt want too and there is too much to do ,
going back and forth with myself for much to long on where to begin
I grab my shampoo and begin to wash my hair.
Wash it all out baby, it's all good, just wash it out.
Skin still burning
Im still sitting
Still dissapointed in myself for drinking
and then all at once ,
I wasnt.
I sat up and then I just got up. I got up and reached the dial and turned the water all the way cold. I needed it this is what I need I need to get out of my comfort I need different my body and life is begging for change so I turn the water even more make me feel like im ice
Wake me up.
i reach for my conditioner and massage it into my hair from the tips to the root and twist it into a bun
I grabbed my sponge and teatree wash and poured
and told myself
Scrub.
Scrub it all away. Today is a new day you are reborn everyday is a new chance every day you are forgiven if forgiveness is what you choose and you can be better. todays my chance to be better. All I have to do is begin
I walk back underneath the icy water and my eucalyptus plant and i rinse
I close my eyes and rinse
and I stay under awhile longer and just embraced the cold.
I open my eyes turn the water off .
Thankyou
Bless You

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