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10/2/1994

arguing w/ myself abt going

to bed b4 an sun rises

but here it is is it

smoking a cigarette

in rental living room

dead music coming out my tv

some magnetic witchcraft keeps

me in the past bc

i want to be/

or is they’re a poison

somewhere in myy mind

kissinging my forehead

tellinging me to just let go

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LISTENING TO ELLIOTT SMITH LIVE BLACK CAT WASHINGTON DC 1998 (AUDIO ONLY) PT. 2

i keep checking the weather
for what idk you tell me
sticky & everythings closed
mouth when i want singing angels
+ muted advertisements
cold leftovers slept on the floor
2:22 pm happy about existing today
only small pains i can live w/
& an still decaying shell of a scared child
smashing their face against a sidewalk
every day even when it rains
especially today while im feeling good
abt how much suffering i can stand
before a wild blue grass grows
over my wide open eyes

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ENDING MY LIFE ACCIDENTALLY

i hate being alive/awake

shred th documents and

im keeping them close 2 m'brain

disease being w difficulty

i can stand in th corner

bhind the curtain my my

a babbling brook says my lips

sink into a thigh bone tastes

green apple in everythng now was

just yesterday if my dreams r

correctly expressing how am i

u ask well weell lower me

beneath the buried saltmines

but mines barriered beyond reason

no. 1 i cant trust love as much

or too much im counting sundowns

in cities always sleeping more

better but less without

the way you smell a day ago

if i were on a boat looking

at yr sunburn

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ADVICE TO POETS

mostly a waiting game

ugly sidewalks avg burgers

nothings a poem

it doesnt twist inside you

i guess find out who

hollowed out those mtns

bc a poem is endless

unmapped caves and what we think

is only what isnt said

i mean it cant be

lips on cold glass

your voice shrill in a fog

its rejoicing tonight

in a sea of fish

what else

always beloved

write down yr dreams w melted wax

burn all yr money

remember death

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i still love you after 2am

when it always is

moon creek moon pond

is my arms spiderweb gently

a movies on but im weeping

against the wall my face

pushes deep into yr back

but yr so far away

another state would be liquid

as if anything can be

carried in a pitcher

poured out over the fire

I tweaked the Scrabble poem from 03.02.13

We , and where is our Scrabble game?

A blank night
another
breath
Are you
say I
ruined with perfectly
you
kitty in the static snow
little bunny ears
connecting fronds

you review my stats
and
all the lonely days & good-byes
your hair drowning your shoulders
as you drift
against this hole in my eyes
you
the weather in
this room
cool yet to come
I am John Keats in a tie-dye t-shirt
in your lap of milky
tying
day to
day
talk about
the knotted and twisted
winter:
on actual paper , the clouds

in

your porcelain

smile

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shambala

cleaning up the whole kitchen

i bought a spice rack from family thrift

my mind is the mud flood

i was watching

nothing but inception

apple cider donut candle

my roommate said it smells good

who dunnit

who made the last french press

seasonings neatly organized by spectral mass

fast on the full moon this year

take 1,000,000,000 breaths

i wanna mop the floor but

i also dont

its nearly 1 in the morning

3rd load or dishes

i wish i had 9 lives

hakuna matata hail

caesar//let my ppl go down///to

the river/the river/the river

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PS5

gung-ho abt it

flavour of pear is nearly ghost

only i can actually hear you

breathe next to me

i wake up to make breakfast and drink both of our coffees

i bought a new couch

always fall in my dreams

i forgot the last one

i kept thinking

i should tell somebody

i gotta share this

and then it was gone

its still fall

and there are

no more rainbows rainbows

rainbows

rainbows

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WUTS^DOC

i wish as a child i had asked for gold every christmas

flip tables// turn and burn

wasted life wasted

i am fucked UP on this large french presssomething abt coffee at home + sunday + music in the kitchen

wake up from 5:30 am text

saying what you said

knowing what you know now

turmeric and local honey

im gonna go look at furniture

put my elbow out the driverside

bad posture

name the place

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I WANT TO TELL YOU

not that i want to or anything

not that i want anything/ not that i want to or anything really

full on biscuits and gravy

thinking abt several maybes

the clouds are beautiful today

on their line///

im in a parkinglot again nearly exploding w nothing to do

wheres the nearest hell

i have a togo order/ i need togo there // over the clouds

becomes more endless nothing

if thats how you feel

i dont

hell i dont feel right

ways abt it no i keep checking but the clouds are still there

not sure

if they know what to do either

💗

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postal service greatest hits full album

there’s a zit on my armpit and i can only blame myself and the fake moon landing and depression

hashtag last time i showered

listening to beach house well i’m watching beach house youtube’s and it always makes me think abt thT dude from barcelona who almost killed me 4 am or something

i’m sorry but if you don’t arrive soon i will have drank all the mango white claws

frozen plums clenched in my fists

i should have thrown my phone in any river i came across 100 years ago

back b4 the gr8 war

(via luftwasser)

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MT OLYMPUS

drinking monster ultra paradise

in downtown ymca parking lot

everything looks

as old as i feel/ ive been seeing

that dumb flag for far too long

all of the red faded to dusky rose

im energized by tesla coils

the sky demands nothing

dreams my car gets two flats indiana after midnight

nothint good can happen// but maybe

the mountains were always just mountains/ note to self

send austin a recording of yr voice

beachhouse on bluetooth speakers

the tops of buildings

i wanna jump so bad but

its my only fear/ its a top 10 fear

i am nothing/// but fear