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At the bookstore I noticed a book that was titled "Uncollected Poems" which struck me as quite absurd. A book filled with uncollected p..

O, these objects of our desires like shiny trophies proudly displayed on the mantles of empty souls O, as if any of this s**t we cling to in all..

so this is how it is... reduced to a quick tussle behind locked doors a brief suck a lick or two strictly for formalities sake then a few thras..

these thoughts trapped in the labyrinth of neurons and interneurons firing down the synapses of dead end streets these words catch in my throa..

my children are like roses generally precious sometimes sweet almost always beautiful but sometimes they are simply just pricks

I dwell somewhere in the margins or maybe it is in the spaces that exist between words relegated to the confining area between fantasy and reality..

there is nothing worse than having to smell my own bullshit to look at myself up and down head to toe and face the inevitable I am have become..

i carry around a list in my head of people i wouldn't mind seeing dead it ebbs and flows on any given day wishes granted changes of heart ..

a woman approached me in the parking lot today she held a handwritten sign it read: "please help i have 2 children need money in the nam..

no apathy, no flags, no misinformation no selfishness for hand outs or ego inflation no hope for change or unfettered devotion no pressure, no pe..