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black text white background neuropathy those cuffs pinched a nerve in my left hand and stretching with my pinky, reaching higher notes on my guitar, it hurts now I risk damaging it permanently if I'm not careful so I play without it, still I sometimes cause it to spasm and it doesn't hurt that much but I think of those cops' hands on my body and the cuffs and the bruises that formed after and so on, this all becomes more of an exercise I want to forget I try to make a sound as ugly as i feel but it's mostly just muted strings and a few dissonant notes it doesn't feel right at all

national weather service there will be 14 inches of snow tomorrow and a body count that gets into my head when the cold sinks into my bones on my walk to the grocery store I wince at the self checkout I feel it is gauche that it says the price out loud I feel a lingering fear staring at the same price it's building in my stomach someone is sleeping on the pavement in front of the store they cover themselves before i can see them I want to say it's ok but the cold is sinking into my bones and I'm barely thinking about anything but how numb I am and I can barely muster the desire for something more tender than the calloused hands of this world muzak droning and boquets already dying from the neglect of overworked employees making nothing, sensation returns to my face, something cold on my cheeks, blood rushing to my nose earlier this morning my head in my hands my hands on my knees I try to feel something before I walk out my door

bus home the transit hub is a point of modern, metropolitan pride for my hometown, trains, busses, cars you can rent with an app, a sandwich chain we talk about a lot in front of the double sliding doors, heat escaping as they slide open for those in transit, I'm going to come out there I say and I do the truth was something neither of us could take it all caught up with us, starving ourselves of cold realities I'm thinking of the sliding double doors and the pain behind the bridge of my nose as I sobbed watching the red and white bus pull away with you I'm listening to the tinny fan of a space heater in my shitty basement apartment somewhere thousands of miles from that transit hub, a point of pride

also I'm still gonna post poetry on here

guys ok

Like this tweet if water is the liquid of life

i am going to take a shower

black text on white background here, there "the perfect place" is scratched into this railing and someone scratched an arrow under it and then they scratched "is right here" and I'm not a kid anymore, I haven't been for a long time, and I'm looking at the skyline of this city and thinking about home, I'm not sure there ever was one - the perfect place is right here, and management has removed this graffiti or maybe I just can't find it the city is drowning in orange and clouds slowly drifting to the southeast it's so obscenely beautiful a clock tower lights up in the foreground a moped passes by, spewing exhaust and the noise of an engine the orange is turning to red as I write this and think about home and if it's not right here

yeah like i have a path forward i just she has all my stuff and like she can keep it whatever but like that's i think my next goal is seeing what i can do there sucks ass dude. but yeah appreciate the sympathy

I'm safe for now just insane shit that everyone is enabling or unable to solve it sucks

the guys at nasa need to stop fucking with the sound waves and do a real moon landing

black text on white background, reads: star wars, 1999 darth maul, you got cut in half and that runs through my head a lot, you falling into that pit, your body separating, sitting in the theatre with my dad the heat of the afternoon glowing off the parking lot outside and I love your glued on horns and your badass make up and your double lightsaber you are so badass and my dad sighs as he asks for tickets for the second time next week, and we go again and I miss that I miss that feeling watching him walk ahead of me the blacktop radiating heat and the warmth in my chest, the sun in my eyes and darth maul I don't think you could ever hurt me, bisected in that pit, your lifeless body limp next to mine, my dad with me watching you die, I hope you found some peace in those final moments darth maul, your lightsaber is so badass

black text on white background, a poem, it reads: syndicated cable television what happens after a dream collapses, shrivels, explodes and it's just another day followed by another day ticks on a clock a slow drip of water did you know chinese water torture isn't real, the mythbusters proved this on cable television like when that guy waterboarded himself I have trouble sleeping now

black text white background cloud watching recently, I feel like I'm floating away from anything that matters loose on the wind scraping against asphalt I wish I was airborne lying, battered on the road lucid for a second, I'm alone bathed in streetlight, the stars blotted out, I'm alone

black serif text on white background reads peanuts and brand name snacks toyota, base hit, go phillies budweiser, walk, go phillies it's so hot here, I didn't expect that and neither did you all and we're sweating until the rain comes mcdonalds, strike 2, go phillies make some noise! I slap my thigh one of us yells, drunk falling over on the train go birds go phillies pressed against each other someone explains they have season tickets afterwards one of us says that we can't even imagine packing into that train every day of the regular season and he seemed so lonely and a little unwell and he seemed like a little bit of a joke but sitting at home alone in my bed my hair still drying it's less funny now

white text overlaid over a photo of martin prince, he's standing in a collapse pool, his swim trunks ripped off by bullies. He's casting a long shadow in evening sun. white text is a poem, reads Martin Prince singing "Summer Wind" in The Simpsons She gets up, like most mornings, around 5 am. The birds are perking up too. The sunrise has been a moving target, more elusive than her usual wakefulness. This adds some texture to a life that has started to settle into routine again, she appreciates this. She sits on the same bench in the park. The morning begins to turn to something resembling summer heat. Sweat forms on her neck, a breeze runs over it. Concrete under foot, on her way home. A dried leaf tumbles along the sidewalk, crumples against the bottom of her shoe. She doesn't think much of this. Something pleasant catches on something coarse, the sun passing overhead.

black text on white background september 9 riding in your car, signs of 24 hour convenience and flags in front yards, bridges, streetlights, tollbooths, I feel like I can reach out and touch the rot of the empire spilling out of these suburban homes - no I haven't listened to abba really and yeah it's nice to hear the vocals layer, through our open windows and over these empty yards and off these plastic-lined walls, I look at the dried flowers on your dashboard, as we circle the block and pass the same houses, in my head I am anatomizing the corpse of the dream that once lived here, I find it repulsive, the stench of death, and the vocals in the chorus are coming back, you were right about them the anatomy of this place is drifting from my head as I feel the cooling summer nights, the breeze slipping into your car

black serif font on white background, text reads fake L.A. (total xanarchy) in the ocean of life there are so many clout sharks he slams his fist into his palm to emphasize how many clout sharks, are clout sharks even real - I'm laying on my back floating in this shit and it feels like I'll never find land again adrift forever we're gonna need a bigger boat

black serif font on white background, text reads vanishing act could you love these pieces, even if they don't love you back, the ugly parts, the parts that insist on asking you, wrapped in platitudes, are you sure, are you sure you can - if I close my eyes will you disappear like I would

black text on white background after a downpour it rained the last two days in this place i just moved, this city and you seem so small it all does and there's drops of dew on grass intermingling with the leftover muddy rainwater I'm hoping it doesn't rain on me here - and I realize I'm not thinking of you until I read this back before I write more I don't love you anymore or I don't know what I feel it's all so small it's hard to make out it rained the last two days I didn't think of you

black text on white background here, there "the perfect place" is scratched into this railing and someone scratched an arrow under it and then they scratched "is right here" and I'm not a kid anymore, I haven't been for a long time, and I'm looking at the skyline of this city and thinking about home, I'm not sure there ever was one - the perfect place is right here, and management has removed this graffiti or maybe I just can't find it the city is drowning in orange and clouds slowly drifting to the southeast it's so obscenely beautiful a clock tower lights up in the foreground a moped passes by, spewing exhaust and the noise of an engine the orange is turning to red as I write this and think about home and if it's not right here

black text on white background: dog yesterday a man yanked his dog by the collar away from me and walked down the row of benches to a woman who was so beautiful and his dog ran up to her and oh so sorry, this feels like some sort of movie ha ha I think you should be put down, you creep motherfucker - do you want to get coffee sometime please tell me I'm beautiful so I can tell you I'm a lesbian and that you should be put down but take a girl out to dinner first sorry I'm still working on my coy giggle, and my facial hair is probably offputting, can you at least lie to me or something you creep motherfucker, I could love you

thank u!

black text on white background the homefront the way it moved through the air caught my eye- probably trained to look for shit like this by eons of shit like it and it crashed into a branch and fell to the ground a kid picked it up an advanced weapon of war but just a model of one the ac-130 skyfortress or whatever the fuck and I'm think of raining death and call of duty and black hawk down, etc the kid throws it again and it's surreal how it flies like that, it's just a toy but the wings still work on the same principles they laugh at it as it glides to the ground and they run after it it's memorial day weekend and I wouldn't be surprised if some recruiter handed this to this kid who is smiling and running and I want to rain death I smile at the thought and what a gorgeous day on this beautiful weekend honoring the fallen we're all dying in service of something

elliott smith superfan I am listening to elliott smith again in this same park, on the same bench and I was just sitting near a parking lot near a courthouse and some cops showed up and I got scared and left No Parking Violators Will Be Towed at their own expense and united healthcare's logo pokes over the skyline, next to "M&T Bank" along with steeples older than this country N E W apartments for lease! call now I don't call I'm jessie and that's michael and that's his dog kaya and he's not like those homeless people camped out down there who the police seem to begrudgingly tolerate he had a $2,000 studio in new york in the 80's and his clothes are fraying at the seams and did you know that kaya will bark at the crackheads and dope fiends and junkies but not me No Trespassing Authorized Personnel Only and I would die for that parking lot I would lay down my life in service of that asphalt what a wonderful dog and I smile and nod through inconsequential lies and kaya likes me but not those crackheads junkies and fiends who live in the park I'm listening to elliott smith again in this same park on this same bench There's a black and white POW MIA flag above the encampment the police seem to begrudgingly tolerate, I feel like we need to bring our boys home, broken and traumatized above the parking lot there was a billboard with a black kid and a white mom and it says "who adopted who", it was blocking my view of another billboard for an injury attorney call now! and I don't I walked away afraid of the cops and our boys are still over there, god bless them and god bless this country and god bless the troops and no trespassing and no parking call now, and I won't but god bless you anyways violators will be towed at their own expense

black text on white background infrastructure I went somewhere beautiful to try and feel profound - and birds are chirping as 18-wheelers pass by on the adjacent highway I mostly feel alone and there's public art being ignored by office workers on their lunch break plastic badges on their hips, I don't find it moving either walmart, a green one with a small H, unmarked white trucks, sefrigo, K & L, these logos are too small to make out well most of the time, and they are all shipping goods along this route, and sedans, and hatchbacks and there's a less busy road on the other side, lined by flags and there are office buildings across from me across the river and there's debris caught on the bridges I'm trying not to feel like this

black text on white background providence I saw a flower petal on the wind and it hit the ground and I checked my phone and it's sitting somewhere now out of sight and I wonder if the beautiful people who were so kind to me know how beautiful they are and I want to make sure I didn't stain them with my own shit we've all got our own shit I said this to them and they said yeah and we moved on we've all got our own shit and this bus terminal has a weird pink stain on the ground and stubbed out cigarettes and I'm hoping I didn't get food poisoning from the hot dog I ate on a table that hasn't been cleaned in months I've almost forgotten about that petal on the wind, now out of sight it all feels like a pigment being dipped in water turning it a shade of purple or red or green or mauve or whatever and you're trying to combine it all, but what you get is a horrible shit brown stain or maybe an earth tone it's all a matter of perspective and when you step back it seems to come into focus a little more and i can see the flowers hanging in wreathes off the gaunt frame of a tree bending under their weight and i wonder how it doesn't collapse, swaying in the wind