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now: twice weekly visits to reference library photograph everything again more photos printed, colored in bubblegum, pastel patterns is anything funny? paint over portraits desires: purpose, stability looking forward to loving you 2018->
and then came nothing asking the chicken about the chicken soup more beautiful in the future being lonely in the city is better than being lonely in the country, for me the breakthrough brokethrough, though polyamourous in creative endeavors, monogamous in love. broker and buffer interactions How are you real? You can’t be real. You can’t be.
I want to get pregnant in the summer. my girlfriend, wife, no partner, wife – says, sitting on the couch, after heavy mouth petting. this is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life I must be dying this is not a thing I would have considered a while ago having kids? no. dying, yes. I have a stomach ache often, I probably have cancer. shit, I should quit smoking. or at least drinking. shit, I’m dying. shit.
“I like the idea of putting someone in a new place and watching them have things revealed to them by the situation they find themselves in. Or have them changed by it.” Having an overall enjoyment to working is key to producing good work. Keep the house clean, keep life right. Notes on the text: This book of poems was written while reading and writing other things. All attempts at further editing have effectively been disbanded, and this volume is definitely ‘done’ as of Wednesday, December 20th, 2017. But what book did this preface belong to?
i’ll never drive a car or own a house that’s dimitri karakostas, for ya. a large amount of small things memories? no, just things. cassettes, vhs tapes, ramazotti bottles things. make whatever house you want, it’s your house anyways i agree, kill the clutter creeps keep receipts baby baby baby baby right on time
2018 every artist I like let their ‘firstname-lastname’ . com expire and I like that a whole lot.
is my nose bleeding? no, but I’m crying ok feels the same, though mostly a spite writer a spiter anyone?
we’re sorry, you’ve reached your monthly limit of feeling sorry for yourself.
I admit, I maybe looked around for you on my way back from the bookstore I assumed you would be on the other side of the street staying in the sun
if: everyone deserves love and: everyone gets what they deserve then: ?
I can disappear all over your life, yeah. “I want to know what love is.� foreigner material distress: I am sad, I should buy a pair of sneakers
my heart gathers disasters flimsy sheer black lycra
height weight temperament abandonment issues “he got it from his mama�
yeah, I had a good march down bloor street in slight flurries that melt as they touch the skin sobbing quietly into a tommy hilfiger hood now I feel like a person again I thought about getting my negative tattoos covered, ha
someone called me “the writer of a thousand suicide notes” at least that’s what I heard
drinking kombucha until I throw up, new healthy lifestyle this new sinus pain suffocate me, daydream lost, the day gone soft remember?
a novel idea: I die at the end
I anticipate keeping you clean 3am hallucinating nosebleed the walk probably did me good but today I hate every bookstore in this city (seeking beigbeder) I find myself neither lucky or cursed
the four coffee shakes you do it because other writers do it and you – an other writer will talk about it hasty, but still it feels important to mention your place shoulder to shoulder with other writers
thank you for doing the laundry I’m ashamed of my pile I’m used to living alone in some ways neglectful habits drinking an ipa reading an ebook on an ipad I find myself waiting for you often
I filed away opiods in my late twenties top drawer leaving a bit even though I don’t want it moving beside the soup spoons and my one expensive knife
good bye, karakostas! you’ll never see me again! velvet draping life improving while she’s moving frisky thunder lightning lovely come on, catastrophe! tired not sleeping honey baby rough and tumble turned out no doubt right off announced injustice stretched out confident knowing, that’s all!
“stud” (for zak) pornhub search results my wife make it ambiguous “i’m with you in rockland” me, in the don valley jail the truth, without matter dead birds in jars dozens of them waiting for an hour for someone to show up a cuck problem, a liberal cuck problem isn’t that right, snowflake? probably easier to just fuck off
9/11 breakup line: are you building seven baby, because I forgot all about you the building seven the official 9/11 cocktail: it goes down easy
people find happiness in strange places me? I just discovered I don’t know how to eat an orange
for a smart guy you certainly have a limited vocabulary all “honey sweetie baby I love you I’m sorry” first kissed pressed lips held the void of each other, empty usual blank page with no pen
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