Strange Times

someone who writes and someone who thinks that though "an university" is correct it just sounds so wrong

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i'm going anonymous, so i won't be posting on this account any longer. bye.

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let's try something new something new something different from the usual the usual stuff that's boring, i'm snoring from all this so let's make something new(er) well not quite let's make something different(er) that might be like older things recombined like genes in glow-in-the-dark rabbits so give us some ideas because i'm pretty fresh out

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Honey, You're a Star

you shine like a star and i hope that one day you just burn the fuck out

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404

not found

what was behind the screen the veil masking the knowledge i seek it had to have been unique

i'm looking for something special here maybe it was a national secret and they had to keep it from enemy hand (s)

possibly it was something terribly interesting something that was not meant to be seen by mortal man something that warranted this ban

or most likely i'm a dumb shit and typed in the url wrong. fuck me.

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Somewhere

i thought i saw you somewhere in my dreams, but i realized i don't dream

dreams are a funny thing intangible, but also inescapable 

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A selection of my poems written from early November to early January about being lonely and in an existential crisis and then the calm acceptance of those things. Simply click here or on the image to be taken to the scribd page where you can read it. There will also be a link to it in the sidebar of my blog. Enjoy. 

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Worth the read, so check it out

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LARGE TITLE

Hey there, just a denizen of your dash speaking. I want to hear from those of you who follow me why you would make the deranged decision to do so, and maybe we could talk or somethin. i dunno, we could go get some coffee and hang out and talk about books or whatever you're into.

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Perception

what is reality but a combination of perceptions experienced differently by everyone all with different conceptions so is it really your place to tell me to get real to face reality when my real has a whole different meaning

i don't know what the fuck i'm doing but neither do you and that's what makes everything so damn confusing but worth going through

because anything can change i can dream what i want i can do what i feel like because in this ever-changing mess we can only hold onto our own real and whatever we think makes sense

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Bleeding Ink

bleeding out onto paper tends to get messy when it spills elsewhere 

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Bruised

bruised but not broken maybe it would be better to not get up to fall to pieces here so as not to have to face what lies ahead really, i'd rather be dead

to face the music to dry off from the downpour is too much to ask for

the pieces are loose but not rent the strings remain attached, leaving holes enough to squeeze more pain into the cracks enough to feel down, but still not out held together only by my remaining clout but the pieces can hold so much tonnes of pressure held on the strings, that refuse to break only to bend  and my words came out misspoken, i'm bruised, and damn near broken

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Underneath

despite your meticulousness i can still see the ridiculousness in these pretensions that you put up trying to keep apprehensions down because when no one suspects a defect it no longer exists, you're perfect when no one knows the real you when no one sees what's really true because you like to look tough but when things really get rough we can see you for who you really are someone who is weak, raw, but sets the bar for being fucking fantastic, and who never needed the shit you put up anyways

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To Gray

receding into a grey-scale losing what little i have left is not the worst part of it losing myself is tolerable losing you is horific

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A Party

if i can remember it was late one december when i went to visit some friends but there were some weird trends involving multiple dildos and  shots of tequila and bottles of tequila, plenty of alcohol and there was a lot all in all and i stood with my best friend and felt a lot less lonely with just him at the end of the room that it did in the places full of other faces

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So I Went Skiing Today

his elegance was unparalleled as he flew face first into snow

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Before the Earth Was Round

before the earth was round there was not a sound that spoke more than the truth

hurtling through space we were the human race and nothing more than ourselves

but then war became a trade all our weapons were made and we became something grotesque

the earth gave out a shout it knew it was about to be changed forever

even the sky gave out a cry and the world didn't know what to do

so we were split in twain and all that remains is this broken and pitiful view

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Empty

is a grimacing smile give you away or does it pass unnoticed in someplace slightly calloused

i see you have a personality could i sign up for one as well or i can stay content in the stands leaving it out of my hands

i won't make a cry for help not because id on't want it but rather for a lack of need so i won't mislead

in a time of telescopes i'm fractured stuck as a kaleidoscope would be more than i could hope

i'm empty void of reasonable life experience and for something that makes me interesting i'm only acting

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Contempt Bred of Familiarity

there were a few things that attracted him to her, but his favourite was the way she smelled. he always knew when she had been somewhere, or when she was about to enter a room, based only on a sweetly floral perfume. the smell, however, has soured, smelling keenly of vomit. the things that once enticed, intrigued, and excited,  had become lackluster, stale, and insipid.