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pool cue
in my eye
such a fun game
I wanna try!
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Monday:
Pinwheel
spinning
slow sometimes
fast, too
shining
silver sometimes
colors, too
happy
me sometimes
you, too?
Pork
and beans
Fat
and lard
Wrong
and right
It’s all the same.
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Thursday:
Poke your finger in my eye, and then roll it around until I start to giggle… and then stick another finger in my nose… and push it up and up until you can feel the squish squish squash of my brain.
And then take out the first finger, quite foribly, so as to remove my eye, and then wiggle around that second finger until my brain starts to seep out of my nose, and then make me open my mouth and suck my dripping brains down into my throat so I can choke on it.
will that make you happy?
Rabbits go hop hop hoppitty.
And I care.
Birds go tweet tweet twippity.
And I care.
Friends go giggle giggle gaffaffity.
And I care.
And that’s what makes me happy.
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Wednesday:
American beauty is seriously amazing.
That’s the comment I have.
It made me cry at the end. Not a lot, but a little.
There’s a lot going on all the way through and it really picks on some provocative issues.
See it with some people you love. Not your parents… people close to you that you haven’t known your whole life.
Why? I dunno. That’s how I did it, and it was great. Of course, that’s how I do most things. I’m like that. ahahhh.
prying open my eyes, I turn and take in the warm stare of the sunbeams coiling through the trail of the smoking incense stick and the holes in my ratty curtains.
This is not happiness, but for a moment, I might mistake it as such. I guess maybe it just doesn’t really matter. I feel this and that from day to day, and it doesn’t seem to help for me to figure out what this and that are. Thinking about things like that pretty much just makes me forget things. It makes me forget things like how I have lived my life to get where I am now and how I might continue to live my life to stay where I am… or maybe to continue on the path I’ve been going on. I guess staying in one spot is not much different from continuing on one path without question… or even from continuing down one path with lots of unanswered questions.
I am here, though. Right?
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Monday:
trembling and tumbling
yellow and mauve
draining my semen
with a sharp, cold stick
conflicts within me
crumble my success
eyes, dry and wide
I stumble, tumble on
into the night
and on to the day
I hope so anyway
smoking the smoke
pouring from an empty gun
I suck it up
and fuck it all, I grin!
when I am on target
and living my life
the process
is fundamental, it’s right
I do what I know
and I know what I feel
and I feel what I am
and I am color and shape
the prism I see through
divides and separates
but nothing can stop me
from making my place
I know I am not alone because you are here with me now. Together, we have thought these thoughts and that unites us. We are not one, but we are more than two.