twig and ink

just a manic pixie dream goat // all original content

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tired

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line, pt. 2

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one line

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teeth r creepy

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doodlin’

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me

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neighbor

mapped out in white squares

1. ivory concealer smearing mid-century acne scars

2. petals spilling Frappucino drops off skin starved stems bent in breezy reminder of self-hatred

3. organic soap in seaweed wrap

4. a sterling crusted downward dog retching all in quinoa clumped cups

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shit story

it’s infinite

infantile ingrate even

a solid uncertain but foreseeable

tell me (forget truth) 

to sink 

perfect

in some path practiced by floating particles

Its fish shit (sorry, shit story)

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just a thought

Youth is walking in a crowd to nowhere.

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teaching myself to animate

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bedtime sketch pt. 2

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Tuesdays

In counted flecks of dried skin 

peeled across a skyline of glassy trees

a bread crumb trail 

swept Tuesdays 

3:30-4:30

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bedtime sketch

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A 16mm still

dust run though the film in 

absurd pixie-light flecks 

pricking leaves of 

stained glass

a bird call of 

gas engines 

flooding new years death 

in particles between 

puckered dust floor 

dull blue sky

crooning sirens hailing 

blood guts broken skin 

gas masks of bliss-scared pain

a dead evening of 

children whining into 

salt-gushed pillows

adults wining into 

thrusting throbbing skin

a flurry of chemical equations

in meaningless time 

in overlapping genes

in the dead future

in a world determined by the 

indents of a palm 

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series

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end

in a world bridled by the indents of a palm