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poems and photos

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coffee shit at my parents place look down in the bowl at a dead fish that doesn’t go down with the first flush have to use a sleeve to scrape it into the water

afraid if i don’t I’m shitting on a once living thing and it’ll shoot up my rectum and possess me like in dexters lab

don’t use ? in texts anymore because they imply a degree of investment and emotion I don’t/can’t have. check won’t clear

any kind of personal involvement or passion feels cloying or “cringe” like it’s a really long game of flinch i hit you twice

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i am going to stay alive

i am going to stay alive because people will talk about me after im dead and i wont be able to dispute anything

i am going to stay alive because my mother is still alive and she has been through a lot

i am going to stay alive to spite people who have been rude to me

i am going to stay alive because i can still be useful to other people

sometimes you need an extra pair of hands

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i dont know about you

but sufjan stevens is 42

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imagine a hole and imagine falling down it like wile e coyote

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Cloying

disgust or sicken (someone) with an excess of sweetness, richness, or sentiment

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>> Customise

Species: Mynci

Health: 135/230

Mood: extremely happy

Hunger: dying

Age: 3,129 days

Level: 7

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i dont know about you

but sufjan stevens is 42

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I’m sorry I just got to you look at me and I don’t know what you do you want to do that I don’t want you to be mars and I don’t know what you want to do but I don’t know what you want to do but w I love you too much and you can do it again and I’ll be over soon to get you to follow me please please follow me please

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babys first craigslist gig

Hello. My name is *********** and I am interested in your request for a male figure model. I am a 22 year old, thin, in pretty good shape and think I would be a good fit. I would be able to transport myself. Here are some photos I took today. I have no problem posing nude. Hope to hear from you soon.

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draft of poem about working at the dollar tree

sometimes to cheer myself up i imagine the money from each scanned item is going to my bank account

i have only been late once but always work under the impression that i am on “thin ice”

not everything is a dollar that is a myth

i worry working here is bad for my skin since i have to touch a lot of money

i bring pieces of gum or small candies to chew on

only two of my coworkers consistently get my name right

we get a lot of michael kors moms who insist on giving exact change

I’m less likely to say hello to male customers

it cheers me up sometimes when little kids hand me the due money even though their parent has bought it for them

i still don’t know where everything is and it is a small store

i don’t want to work here much longer but i feel useful and don’t want to be unemployed and my coworkers seem to like me

two customers so far have identified that i have irish background by reading my name tag

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Wabbit

ran until my toes bled ran until my socks red ran until I liked music again

a rabbits foot if I keep this up took off my shoe a cherry Ralph’s Famous

easy like the little spoon curled up in our bed but it might change get harder like getting high and having to talk to a librarian