get a fucking haircut

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sin, dreams, violence, touch

I fought my first battle last night

I kept thinking of mike lopez,

him and his brother would lay in the same bed and dream together while embracing

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i miss my brother, i want to give him a hug

when i hug him it feels wrong

kazantakis spoke of jesus touching his feet to the feet of the young mary magdelene

the act was so innocent

i questioned how the touching of feet could be considered sin

my dreams were innocent last night

although they scared me straight

my essence was open and all that existed was fear

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suzanne falk and marina ambrovic were mixed together

a green minture horse with sharp teeth tried to castrate me

i beat it with a magical metal tube

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sometimes the imagination can be more horrific than reality

solidify an eloquent experience

repetition

is the cycle in which we continually regress

laugh, it is our choice

smiles and arms in the air

unbound from this form, into light, with swords and words, laughing still


keep laughing, without anger, into the abyss of simplicity and grandeur


keep laughing

keep laughing

keep laughing

with each repetitive gesture we are forced into change,

a place where the wrongs write themselves and possibilities become impossibilites.

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body language, confusion, transcendence

my body speaks in all directions

quaquaversal? duh.

i found a place between serenity and actuallity,
building a little house there.

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other people can live with me, but only my brothers, and people who have other things to do

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it's my house, i own it, i run it
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i'll make you polite, don't ask for too much

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thank you
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in my ear, sensitive ears,

donald rumsfeld makes me feel uncomfortable and grown up.

divine irony, friend, benevolence, soul

i am clear, clarity

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plume blanche

deee doo

dee doooooo

communal intimacy

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this morning i looked at the clouds, in detail, as marissa suggested

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a single engine plane passed below the clouds and my grandmother awakened me one of her desires

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i called my father

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he has a friend who flies planes

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i suggested he give his mother a gift

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AND THEY COME BACK WITH WARNINGS OF CELESTIAL NOISE.

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AND THEY BECKON ME WITH MONARCHY AND UNCONDITIONAL

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compromise, helen frankenthaler, movement, dance, serenity

writing about myself.
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the colors become dissonant when moments become harsh
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helen, your painting remind me of myself.
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cherish my warmth, for my anxiety will steal, soul, art

HOLD YOUR SELF UP.

Your tricks are not worth the trouble.

YOU ARE GROWN, YOU ARE GROWN



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it's simple and there's nothing you can do about it

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give up, soul, diversity, exuberance

Sit down.



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Went to the bar last night, in my face, got some mushrooms.

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Marty told John to shut up, high as a kite, imagine it. Imagine how high we were together. If you can understand .

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It was like kidding and getting angry about selfishness. Stupid honest muthfuckers.



NO ONE CARES, SHUT THE FUCK UP!
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outside so the rapists can mind fuck you.
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at night I can feel the neighbors hands on my dick, I am too open sometimes.
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non-experimental types, biodiversity, soul

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Little brothers can be provocative and antagonistic.

Awake.




I am, so be nice






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They see write into you, tiger.

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