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I. about the end of the world, it’s already here. it’s here and you couldn’t spot it and she couldn’t spot and i couldn’t spot it and- destruction is so clear and it’s hard to care about it burning. burning when you are full of fluorescent lights burning liquid nitrogen through your pores. burning cheap whiskey downdowndown. it is ugly like hell it is ugly … Continue reading watch me;

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I like love writing poetry. Writing is a complete release. It allows me to be myself in my writing. I could spout nonsense about tigers fighting a single mouse and lose and have it be a metaphor about how the tiger is supposed to be me while the mouse is conformity and I am losing the battle of conforming to society. Something completely inane and something … Continue reading real talk;