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Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Not today Justin
Stranger Things
Today's Document
Xuebing Du

oozey mess
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
KIROKAZE
dirt enthusiast
RMH
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Product Placement
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@jaywritesandwrites
The Canary In
the cautionary continues though the canary cannot,
though there's no listening because it only makes us miserable thinking things,
which we wish it wouldn't,
which maybe did the canary in
does it even matter if im alive atp
day 27...
terrible tenderness
stored since birth under layers of skin, sickness that cannot be bleached from fibers— never a raised hand, this blood curse, this vine of swaying blooms in late spring's swelter and storms, sanctuary from the whip of lashing wind, woven into the fabric of this tongue bitten presence, carried like a newborn, this lunar lullaby in stillness.
-kab
day 18...
clear cut
a branch severed, carried into the oppressive sunlight. weakened ties loose in the spiral of an exhaustive bond— worn walking shoes and freezer burned ice cubes resting in a warped, plastic container. to quiet quit, to bury years without a funeral, guilt spread thick like molasses over slumped shoulders. a house razed, this unclaimed body.
-kab
day 11...
her, laughing
a mockingbird perched on a transformer, fingers tented in her lap, the jolt of her deepened bellow, cartoon supervillain thickness over still air. need fills hands like heavy syrup, like cabin fever in the shadow of winter wave. flashing lights and the overturned car in the fast lane, there is always a fatality. there is always the willingness to succumb under her perfumed voice.
-kab
Don't pay attention to them, daughter,
That's how they taught them to be.
We have to be better; even if it hurts, even if it costs, don't follow their game.
Oh—bless them, my girl; bless them, my heart.