The Buddhists say that a thought is virtually the same as an action. But I could use that noose to hang myself so maybe I shouldn't bring it up.

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The Buddhists say that a thought is virtually the same as an action. But I could use that noose to hang myself so maybe I shouldn't bring it up.
“When your flaws were beauty this whole time, then, what do you do next?” Asked Gerald, who then followed his winged question with a slow puff of smoke, looking part bored and somewhat invested in enjoying the cigarette when he could remember to do so.
Gerald only took a cigarette at times like this, so thus far this Summer had been seen countless times smoking. The party was alight and the ideas in the young 20 somethings brains ran like water and wine, no longer in any stasis.
Teacher is no genius,
a vaguery a champion of bias
Principal is a leader
trying and only ever trying
Students see everything sooner or later and the town sleeps sound through the night
Today I need to be a boy while you be a woman Tomorrow you can be a girl and I'll be a man
forgotten piles of diaries by transplants cities, the compost of the people. of the very life. of death.
i am made
of oak trees
re-processed on the back end,
let loose, run it through the high and lonely scape of anti-matter
born into particles again
i am made
of gummie bears
this is why I
am so squishy
i am made
of truthiness
not quite truth
but sometimes it is
but no matter what
i meant it i
meant it at the time
i am made
of death
& death lives beyond human measure
i am made to last.
for i am strong like a thousand oaks, squishy lest i fall, & death is only a part of me. i mean it.
because when i'm up i'm up when i'm on top i have to stay because when i start i can't stop because its all or nothing or we'll become nothing at all
shan't make a sound as we pad feet after foot behind her ears while she sleeps you see the batter's up in the 10th inning & after & the game is never ending we pick at scabs proudly & scowling proudly & scowling dowries a word antiquated but alive and well in the in between