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I find myself sleeping on the floor. And the couch. A bed. Another bed. Sleeping with nobody. But sleeping still. A broken clock is still right twice a day. And someone that doesn’t sleep is awake at many of the right moments and a few of the wrong ones. And fool me can’t get fooled again. The clock ticks unnoticeably. And…
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Asking dealers at the casino if my money’s real if my swag is real if my heart can be heard and seen. They tell me yes! Yes! The 100 dollars I found on the street is real and it is clear to anyone with eyes and ears that I am too: I am a big person holding big money and that’s…
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It’s 2:02 AM and he speeds from Madeline’s. Rain taps on the windshield. He doesn’t slow down. The Chevy is a total lemon. It often skid as he sped through turns. Last week he nearly killed three of his boys speeding on the highway. They don’t know that. Everyone was laughing. So he went. Telling would have spoiled the mood. Round…
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i hate change so when i listen to music ill more often than not replay the same song over and over and over. because of this, there are 20 or so songs that i actually know. emeel’s pixel friend is one such song. Their music is ethereal, cute, and addictive, like some designer drug, “pixie dust” or something. when they responded…
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Diego (deeg) and I are mutuals through a book club group chat. My presence is obnoxious. Whenever I find something remotely good, even if it’s just the first few seconds, I’ll toss the sc link into the chat. Doesn’t matter if people are talking: link. If someone else is sharing: link. Even if the conversation has nothing to do with music:…
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My girlfriend says that love is retarded. That, actually, I make her feel retarded by loving her, and by professing my love, and I completely understand what she means. I myself feel that way when she touches me, or when I think about how amazing it is that she exists and we’re together. My brain just sort of freezes up. I…
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I remember the day I decided to come out. I was in my room alone, in the dark, watching a video of two young men prancing about an urban snowy landscape. I had been watching all of their videos – but was obsessed with this one. Something about these angels really spoke to me. Why was I not being honest with…
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