Drink 4

The Gabby Abbys are gone!I ordered fries with a beerand then someMy situation is undoubtedly unique…Can I bring people from their outlooks’ bleak?Perchance.Mayhaps.It may be a feat…Possible feeling on improbabilityIt-is-no impossibilitynotta low goalsome-lobbable-tossababilitythough not what I forgot as if something’s not forgettable? How’s your memory, is it leaking yet?Don’t worry about this line if it’s […]

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Drink 3

There are gabby ladies like clucking chickens enjoying a fantasy with no male distraction though they distract me with the shrill and far shriller conniving ideas: every sentence the thriller, competitive conversations of gabby Nancys — annoy me some more as you keep glancing at the guy writing on the pad: what could be so […]

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Drink 2

I’m feeling salty, spicy, pepper, lime, vodka, tomato, worcestershire, and horseradish. This Mary just got bloody *sip* savor, taste the flavor, no straw here — Ice Ice baby, I make these better, maybe it’s the Titos maybe something other, I can’t put my finger on it, although I just did, printed in red on the […]

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Drunken Rambling at the Bar, Drink 1

How might a collision within a division of fusion or fission knock knock intuition? Maybe I’m feelin’ it dependent despondent on foreign correspondence who might make a dent on our human condition. But ideally removes them rampant to mayhem… “Order! Order! I demand it! Follow my rule or I’ll repremand wit!” “Snarky remarks — little […]

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I am Dead

I am dead. I am dying. I am dust filling space. I’m a memory long forgotten now gone without a trace. I am dead. I am rotten. I am smoldering fire. I am ashes rising spirits pluming flame upon a pyre. I am dead. Momentary. The person who wrote this no longer exists. Time has […]

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I am White. I am Black. A Nazi, also Ghandi. I am happy when I’m sad. But sappy when I’m angry. I’m hippy as I’m stern. Educated, though unlearned: sporadically a spore addict cloudy space-dust lightning creaking faded in the attic. I’m a ghost in many shells, Viewing what my shelling’s done. Purposes united by […]

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Gravitate Simplicity

I am me In fin it tee Where black holes meet How my eyes see Dimensionless reality perception focus; misalignment two halves joined in symmetry closer to truth; you should try it Gravitate simplicity.

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Chili-step Moovin’

Instrumental from Grown Up by Danny Brown When you concern yourself in something you are a person whose interesting* Thank you for your true – Dedication.* It warms me like magical Incantations. Scrolls and wands fly above my senses []* Down and beat we’re like drums in tension* If you hold me you’ll gain – […]

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Cinnamon in it

Higher Grounds’s remedy spices in complexity in Moodus muddy coffee drips powdered grounded flavor sticks wavers wafting within scents it gives sending something sensitive. Amen. Like a stint with flint ‘n tinder sparking glints into cinders minute minutes – silly whims Nimbly knit synonyms. You may be chill or some harsh critic smell that straw […]

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Simple Rules

Give me Letters Give me words Give me feeling you observe. Swirly girly curly burly friendly healing wake me early  hold me dearly call me deer we walk together on the beach with crunchy sand ‘neath our feet Easy on me Nicotine make me look so thin ‘n sheen Bright make up and smoke feyd […]

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