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untitled 003not again not for a whileuntitled 003
my belly will remain dormant it will not swell and we will not look on it expectantly
no not for a while
the natives can rest at ease we are caught in gazes like relief and where have you been and did you see him?
I saw him
sometimes the Death card is your next turnaround so I put my hand over my mouth I put my eyes into the sky that day the blood came out
and I am not a Christian woman but oh god- oh god oh god oh god
I swallo
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Paper RaincoatsI heard a song and a sip of tea too strong for me, But I took it anyway The way bells ringPaper Raincoats
sometimes only in the West
I’d like to think time would wait for me in the cloud pockets like bags
collecting mail, slow this down slow me down So I can feel this
My skin never dries under the paper raincoat, And she says, "Well at least when its wet it can’t cut you" but she doesn’t know She doesn’t know that I would love to bleed
Some colour in the
grey, some ice cream sandwiches and peanut butter
by ~thestrand
WilliamsburgThe days are made of clay and the geese are hissing in the black shitpot walkways when I walk by, waiting for the punch but I’m glad that they know betterWilliamsburg
At least someone knew better, my red face is leaking out onto this floor, and they want to snuff me out like
a cigarette they just sucked the grit out of
You knows boys, I think you should make them pay more as long as its white they will be willing to fold out their pockets, as long as its white
And she says, Where are the Indians? I don’t see them anywher
by ~thestrand
untitled 002Sticks and dirt in my shoes, this is how I carry myself around without youuntitled 002
And no one understands why I wrap the wire so tight but I know and you know that we cannot go deep enough
so its quiet out there, where they see my lips my nose and my eyes - a bland formation on
a lifeless landscape
I used to see the pumpkin seeds buried and they were beneath the deck, how
things grow in the dark
I know
And I think of you
when I am locked up in my covers waiting for tomorrow Moving above and in b
by ~thestrand
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Anybody seen my brain? Lost it somewhere between last night and this morning....
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did you create some other funny stuff like that?
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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
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