UNHEARD AND UNSEEN MUSICIAN

from chicago and i want to listen to your music.

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I hate software developers. Sorry absolutely not sorry.

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Vincent Giarrano on Instagram

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To avoid a responsibility, is to

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THERES A TRUST IN YOU I DONT CONTROL,

A CONTRACT OF PERSONAL CONTACT THAT ALLOWS SAFETY IN THESE MOLDS,

A BODY IS PROTECTION OF THE CONSCIOUS MIND,

BUT HURT OR DESTROYED, A LONE SOUL YOU WILL FIND.

CREATIVE THOUGHT THAT GIVES RULES TO THE REST,

A GUIDING FORCE OF OUR INTELLECT,

WITH WORDS, A LANGUAGE, WITH DANCE, A SENSE OF SELF,

WHAT DEFINES YOU FROM ME AND ME FROM MYSELF?

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Fifty bucks to anyone who can figure out who I really am. This is mostly for my friends that have no idea i had a tumblr in the first place. Thought that maybe they could find this cringe fest for a prize of gas money for a week.

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Well they found me, but were kind of enough to not take my bet. I love the people that love me.

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02.06.2020

Hello!

It is me. 

It is I, the great self. 

The great self in which my voice is said inside itself. 

No other voice shall say I in terms of I. 

It is me, the self, the person, the individual, the personified voice of self and individualism. 

Hello, it is I. 

I am me. The person that is saying this thing is me. 

The person that was saying that was me.

And the person that will be saying this will be me, and only me.

Not you.

Oh no.

You.

…

I said the word in which in an instant a world of self crumbles down and creates a group of not just myself but a community of you and I. 

Hello, it is you and I. 

But who are you?

And what am I to say of you, if I am not you?

I am not you, 

But I can be you in some instances which I am not myself. 

So hello,

Self, and you.

And me and I. 

Us and individuals.

Hello. (12)

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02.05.2020

Heart to heart, but far from that.

You turn your back from all of me. 

I only gave you what I had said that night.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you all along…”

Eyes that dart across a room, your breath like fog makes the air heavy and dense.

You are already doomed to another person. 

You are already chained to them. 

A commitment that my love, my emotion, my heart, my blood cannot change. 

All I have dreamed is stripped away in a second of your pain,

And your broken smile trying to pick up my hands from my lap is what shall save me from my moment of embarrassment. 

Lips spared from each side, widening…

“It’s going to be okay”.

It will not. 

And that is why it will be. 

Maybe there is a love there, but a love that cannot be found today,

It is meant for tomorrow.

Or maybe never. (2)

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01.30.2020

The overcast blankets the world with a grey color. It sways from left to right and brings a feeling of calm over me. Every wave of wind blows over the clouds and under my coat into the fibers of my clothes to the contact of my skin. It makes me shiver. It is so cold, and gets dark so quickly. The month of January is not kind. Without the sun, there is still snow in my yard and frozen ice in the bushes. The walk from the office to the other so I may pick up paperwork is so long, not because of the duration or stay, but because of the chill my body feels as I walk it. My hands freeze and lock up while I must write or type for work. The overcast is beautiful when I lay in bed. It reminds me of how warm my body gets under the sheets and how built I am for such conditions to survive. Humans are phenomenal and stubborn. The weather will change soon, and the mood of everyone around me will improve, but for now, I will enjoy the day with no sun and no warmth. I will blanket myself in these clouds and think of the spring. (1)

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Fifty bucks to anyone who can figure out who I really am. This is mostly for my friends that have no idea i had a tumblr in the first place. Thought that maybe they could find this cringe fest for a prize of gas money for a week.

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I know for a fact none of my friends will find this page.

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No.

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A story of a man dressed in a costume...

A pain, with no grace.

A sacrifice, with no gain.

Just a laugh, no smile, humiliation.

A tutu on waist, knee high socks and a hat with bobbing ball, a man is no man at all.

Killer bee, killer bee, buzz, buzz, buzz.