January 2011
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While your body is ravaging itself like a lonely cannibal I’ll headlock you out of love and hot sweat like regrettable sex to calm those dead walls with something soft and not Biblical and loud like with trumpets and marching but with mumbling and holding.
Jan 1st
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You’re a child at the seat of a piano eager to finger anything trying to ear-out what sounds good and doesn’t. playing to a sold out crowd of no one. Pounding away to a cold machine of hammers and wires that’ll be wedlocked under your violence and lack of know-what till it’s out of tune and ugly and you’ll leave it at that. The anti handy man all...
Jan 1st
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December 2010
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Listenloverofstories: Buddy Wakefield - Flockprinter ...
Dec 30th
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I’d fuck you stupid so you’d never have the brains to leave.
Dec 30th
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I feel like the Trojan Horse after all the Greeks fell from its belly leaving my spine feeling straight for the first time since I was born. and even though I held onto all of your bored and despair and nightmares I miss the hell out of all of you Greek gods. You left me as a gift for the land in Zeus’s blinds spot.
Dec 29th
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I've let tomorrow become a good excuse for not...
-With Honor
Dec 28th
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Dec 24th
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Tis the season. When the only gift I get is coal I’ll pass it on to my next loved one letting her know under the right conditions it could be something beautiful; much like my savage fucks.
Dec 22nd
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And if this city was a women I’d be claustrophobic inside her rib cage feeling out the wish bones looking for a heart or something soft to cushion my fall after suicide attempts and when I get to your neck of the woods I’ll clear space to send fuel down to your belly leaving spots for the clouds to kiss and cry over when I’ve left you bare and unloved.
Dec 22nd
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The rain unearths all her roots until she’s shallow enough to start scratching at the surface to remain solid to remain deep and buried for safety and stability. But the eyes above her continue to down pour until her claws slip one by one until ten and she falls with no one around to hear if she sounds. -On writing about the tree outside and acting like she was a women.
Dec 22nd
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ListenI’m a drunken hearted man my life seem so...
Dec 21st
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So don’t go wasting all your money on a girl who doesn’t drink her sober heart will always hate you that kind of women doesn’t leave -Damion Suomi
Dec 17th
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Dec 17th
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How many gummy bears does it take to take away my tummy wummy wummy ache or how my tootsie pop licks does it take to get to the center of all my problems. Doctor come and diagnose me my gummy worm bones ain’t holdin up on this board game candy land I need bones and cars and drugs to drive to break to let go I need first place I need last dances I need the whole board...
Dec 17th
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Anger ain't a mood it's a god damn way of life.
Dec 15th
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There was a meteor shower tonight but I spent it indoors watching you walk wall to wall forward and back picking up debris of love worn straps and push ups that I had no part in loving. 2. Fell asleep on a bed that wasn’t mine woke up with a fallen star across from me all two front teeth of her. 3. The last thing I fingered was a typewriter and the end results of that...
Dec 14th
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1. Standing behind the worlds shortest wide person ever, choking on punk girls dead perfume, sucking in the room like a lung all curled up into itself. 2.Bored. Rooms are too hot, too full of sweat and perfume. Too choked up in girls under miles of leggings, to dressed up with to little space to go. I’m just walking aroung around, waiting for people to pull me off the street; I was going to go...
Dec 12th
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I am a construction worker willing to go down on any - body with enough damage that can still hold beautifully.
Dec 11th
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Every move I make is a rain dance. I can feel the war paint in my bones Rusting away in the fastest parts of my blood stream looking for larger bodies of water to die in. I swear I am a rain dancer with all these rain checks I bring in.
Dec 11th
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Dec 9th
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I’m not a puzzle piece anymore. I don’t remember how to lay down with someone else comfortably or hold hands and walk with someone at the same time. It feels good to be whole. It feels good to have holes.
Dec 4th
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