Category: blog
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i don’t know the wood smell of the shore
i don’t know which is which and what is what i can’t tell which wood this is and what smells these are i don’t know how i can capture this damp wood stenk that reminds me of shore houses and sure how can i inform the record store owner i prefer the aroma i don’t…
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ad nauseam
so many ads everywhere i can’t block they make me nauseous so many ads poorly-designed that i can’t walk past they’re obnoxious so many ads disguising themselves as something else they’re so truth-toxic so many ads missing the point they won’t get profits oh no this world is leaking bad ads someone needs to find…
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preach about cheap peaches
four peaches for a dollar? i want to move to wherever peaches grow, wherever the best peaches come from. i once had an amazing peach. i was visiting a friend in maryland. it was from a farm. it was sitting warm on his kitchen counter but it was juicer than anything i could’ve expected. in…
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blade of steel (buns)
low back muscle is unsettled, it had gone unvetted for too long. i’m sweating, smelling chicken, cutting through its raw thigh remembering things could be worse. i wonder if i can commit seppuku through my left butt cheek but the blade of steel would break on my buns of steel. ready the toasted buns this…
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loungeberry
hibernate in pleasing snowplush robes on recliner chairs slipper from fuzzy couch potato, to furry loungeberry micromassages and muscle cuddles from nanofiber blankets and memory foam pillow palaces an unbelievable comfort sone enduring conditioned hair and chocolate-covered fruits lazily luxury harsh is not in my vocabulary
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Cower Inside and Avoid the Sun
Even though it’s June, which means the beginning of summer for Northern Americans, there’s no reason to step outside. Literally everything bad happens outside. You can be hit by a car. You can be mugged. You can catch a viral infection. Stay inside. Better yet, if you have curtains or shades, roll those things down…
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tonight my lamp
tonight my lamp is lying right behind me face and my jackolantern grin replaces a ruined fate for when i smile i am plotting gardens inside of eyes
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you are not what you do, and you are not you
There’s a belief floating around out in the world that urges us to stop defining ourselves by what we do, but I believe we need to stop defining ourselves by who we are. In the book Siddhartha, one of the characters compares the self to a river. Allow me to expand on this. Imagine you’re staring at a…
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steam room
a dripping welcome shrouded in sweat like a 2120 olympian meeting an exoplanet floor, or a nascent earth, umm ..a mystic umm ..ample breaths, drenched air in your lungs weighed down, burning vacating toxins recycling the world, perspiring
Tyler Fugazzie 