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I am Kerouac’s madness to live,Transmitted through Tokay soakedPages on my bed nightstand. I am Bukowski’s warm beer,Spilling off the page..
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On the table that night, They had numerous drinks,Both spilt on the tableAnd into their eager mouths.The cups strewn about Signified their higher stat..
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This is bad.
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Floating in a stream of consciousness,Thoughts manifest in the still pool. Adrift on my mind’s raft, I'm taken to places foreign to me:Foreign i..
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I do not receive letters in the mail.Instead: texts, emails, snaps, grams, and tweets Fill my mind’s inbox.Nothing important to talk about,Or ne..
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“I didn’t know that” were the words that slipped from my mouth;An admonition of the gaps in my knowledge that surrounded you.What el..
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Optimism is a fast flowing creek, irreverent to the biotic and abiotic as it flows to nowhere. Optimism is a dog laying on the couch, bathing in the s..
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Stuck at a red light,Breathing in my own exhaust.I don’t want to go. They should call us the“Idle Generation”, cause It seems stagna..
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17/01/18
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A calm sea before the stormOf nostalgia brings wave upon Wave of meaningless regret.I am reminded of past choices,What if’s? And the nagging Tho..
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