emotions and other immeasurable things
me me me me me
bastardizing a review site
defacing the book
calling it art
the other
more
philosophy
purpose
design
inspiration
sartorial obsessions
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the year was tired. i rolled it up like an old rug and put it away. what have we lost, what have we gained, i asked. will we take stock and look around? inventory’s too painful, and now it’s spring, and if i blink, summer will come, drive the cold from the trees, and take one for the road, maybe me. then where will i be? nothing to say, nowhere to go, nothing to lighten my load, far, far away from home.
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from a postcard that was probably lost to the guy i should’ve gotten off the train with in salt lake city: “utah may be the promised land, but the south is a strong drink.” i went south.
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he believes it is written. i make amends for chance. either way, he’s far away, the table’s spinning, and in the darkness shadows dance.
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