My old fishtank is in the hallway, looking for a new home I remember Blueberry, and how I let him die. AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM AUM  A sound to kill the thinking, to let the brain just be.

515   423   ᗡ   THURISAZ/THORN       THE HERMIT   It’s so predictable. The US becomes a Righteous Christian state —Christian in their...

“Here comes a lost soul!” a man shouts at me as I walk home from work.  “Sup” I say. “Keep your head up.” He says and goes back to his conversation with the other man standing at the street corner. I don’t usually think of myself as a lost soul. I think it’s a lost world. I think if the world was right, there would be nothing wrong with any of us. 

They’ve made prison camps. They’re shaving people's heads and keeping them under LED lights, so that they lose touch with the sun.  They watch them night and day, piled up, shoulder to shoulder. 

Why are we taking selfies with the tribesman?             —Leave them be! Why are we driving these cars?  How come we don’t protect the needy?  How come we still drop bombs?

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On life, fame, and fading away... What will be remembered?

The feeling the world is trying to take from you, And not just a little—but everything, all the time The type of scream that takes the...

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I think tomorrow my spirit may unfold like the flowers are this Spring

growing up is realizing theres no end to the Winters

Good bye Fargo, City of Lights, of Kites, of Wanton Abandon I thought I had found a family in you But one by one Every bridge has been...

hundreds of worms and not a robin in sight // an odd omen indeed

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French name, Spanish-German, raised in Ecuador, married a Jewish Russian man. I met Desirée in the Fargo airport, heading to Washington...

"Daddy, do you want a beer?" Angel asked me. We were sitting on the couch, playing pretend.

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Seems an awful lot Of goddam work Trying to keep Two magnets half an inch apart And for what?