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I don’t even like sundaes.

Confrontation makes a lot more sense
when there’s no one on the other end of the line.
Be it drugs or drink.
My incapacity for think.
The first step towards honest conversation with me.

Speaking truth to today
will always be easier.
And I don’t think tomorrow wants to hear about it anyway.

One of those mornings
where conversation
becomes Tylenol
and a joke.

Because I’m just that much smarter than me.

I’ll bet I wish I used better punctuation.

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Czech Beer and Brie

Went to the grocery store to buy some brie.

Before entering ICA:
took a moment to reflect on how much of a douche-bag I am for setting out to buy brie.

Brie is not a food you buy.

Brie is a food that is bought for you.

Brie is that something you find at a nice dinner party and think:
"wow, this is really tasty, glad this was here to be tasted," and
"this guy’s a real fucker, as he’s a male who has chosen brie, instead of a more accessible cheese, to be a part of his already pretentious appetizer spread."

I have become that fucker.

Only I have one-upped that fucker, the fucker entertaining guests.
My plan was to just buy some brie for me. And nobody else. Which is way fuck-ier.

Good thing I have a case of Czech beer at home to drink away the snobbiness.

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I hate writing.

writing is easy,
right?
no,
it is so fucking hard.

pictures
are done when you take them,

but words
are so god damned easy to change;

each
piece of shit one of them is daring you to fix it.
not only the words,
but the stanzas they fit into too.

revision blows.

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the movies

…found film again;
binged
as per usual.

The thing about real art
is that it makes me believe I can make it.

…tried to make it again;
failed
as per usual.

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Haven’t really had an opportunity to use the new lens yet, so after a few drinks the other night I just started fucksin with it.

Haven’t really had an opportunity to use the new lens yet, so after a few drinks the other night I just started fucksin with it.

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jayrosen:

Möbius Strip Journalism: def. Reporting on an event the meaning of which is determined by how the event is reported. Or… When the narrators speak of “the narrative” as something that goes of itself. Or… When there’s no “outside” or “inside” to the story but just a continuous loop.
(Image by David Benbennick. Creative Commons License.)

jayrosen:

Möbius Strip Journalism: def. Reporting on an event the meaning of which is determined by how the event is reported. Or… When the narrators speak of “the narrative” as something that goes of itself. Or… When there’s no “outside” or “inside” to the story but just a continuous loop.

(Image by David Benbennick. Creative Commons License.)

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allwarsfought:

Walk into the lunchroom,

instantly self-conscious, thinking

of the outfit that I picked out

to fit the occasion. Same clothes

for a couple days. Why not

if no one notices? My last poem

had a typo, can barely write now

without some type of pronoun

or a person in my mind.

I wish that I were…

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this is my room mate Rupert. His actual name is Robert.

this is my room mate Rupert. His actual name is Robert.

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