creative writing
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My blood will always boil
My blood is always boiling; For more, for bigger, for better. For the realizations of existence; for the Truth of my Soul; my blood is always boiling. For the freedom of my ancestors past and for the freedom of my species now. From the touch of an ancient gift to…
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Take me to a place
Where no one knows my name but the girl who takes my checkone where I don’t speak the language, and they don’t speak mine but a bitI’d drink in lonely ramen shops and write stories of what wassee spirits in the night roaming empty corners, roads and pubsTake me far…
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Stream of Consciousness #2
this is a stream if consciousness one I was never good at streams of consciousness but conscious in the unconscious how could I have known? conscious but not conscious, conspicuous indeed. Soft layered flasks torching singling circling loving word bladder blabber dripping off noses of random words and skin this…
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I was
I was gonna write something I was supposed to clean my altar I was going to talk to You today I was gonna go to the gym I was going to read my book I was gonna lay down. Instead I almost tripped you you were mad—–for whatever reason I…
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I’m walking, I’m traveling
I’m walking, I’m traveling. I’ve been here since the beginning; since the first time my words met your eyes and eventually were mouthed on your lips. I’ve been walking for a while now; traveling on foot. They ask why I don’t get a car; What’s the point? I can’t get…