1.14.26 my thoughts off-center wonky I herded them into the pot and put them on a boil while I located my spine. it was January and the days ahead promised madness and terror, domination over love. bright smiles and kittens would not be enough
1.13.26 idea 4 when you're struggling. talk to yourself like your best friend sitting on the stoop in the old hood in the evening and you can here the cicadas and give yourself some encouragement and wisdom to carry on
1.11.26 years ago it would be kooky or straight up sci-fi to think you could have a video of a life being taken and blamed for their own death. but if you're a minority of any kind you know it's been this way forever and the only solution is you me we
1.10.26 encountering the sky and the horizon the moon and the stars and rising sun unmissable for any warrior summoning capacity to fight the powers that be in creative not violent ways
1.9.26 your delivery is meaningful. will you lift your arms and cut the air with ominous intent and issue dull insensate biased half-truths? you are dead to us. we do respect our dead but we speak of them in the past tense.
1.15.26 how do you explain it was it the whiskey on your breath? something broke you up and got you heartfelt in your era of not giving a fuck. talk to me. let's open it up some. I like it. I almost forgot you had it in you.
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