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I’ve got some things to work out, they don’t involve you. Ironically, being involved with you, makes them less work.
It’s Sunday night, and I only write poems on Fridays. This is a problem, because, there is a poem stuck inside, and though it’s near the surface, the next five days, are going to feel, like an eternity in hell, … Continue reading
Last Christmas, I gave him a Ninja Turtle ornament, because he invited me over, and I felt I should show up with something, besides my musical ability, and manic state. We had been impromptu jamming, on and off, for months, … Continue reading
I’d like to pay homage, to the following men, those I wish, to never see again. The one who flirted with the waitress, the one who may have been racist, the one in love with his ex, the one who … Continue reading
I wrote a song about you, it wasn’t good. The rhythm was off, the melody too complicated. I didn’t know how to end it, so I just let it fade.
I’d say we went from 0 to 60, but that’s a lie. 15, 30, and 45 definitely occurred. I ignored the yield sign. Where the fuck was the stop sign? Kinda thought you were a yellow light. You were red … Continue reading