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8/14/16


What if you find what you’ve been patiently wishing at every 11:11 for?

You are fully aware of how lucky you’ve become, like winning a jackpot powered by karma instead of monetary credits.

Does that make you rich?

Does it matter how well you invest?

Are you willing to gamble a few winnings, bet against the odds and hope that you hit and strike millions instead?

Some of us are just meant to be broke, no matter the amount of hard-work or random strokes of luck that we hit.

If that’s the up-until-the-to-be-seen-possible-future case, I’m gonna bet it all.

Spend it on the moment.

Live like there’s no means.

I mean, really, I’d rather feel a thrill and fall in love a few times over the course of things than remain stagnant and save for nothing but the eventual promise of death.

Spend it all.

That’s my mentality.

Your risk of losing everything might be greater, but your chances at hitting some sort of jackpot greatly increase as well.

Seeking as much of that heart-pumping, lights-flashing, bell-ringing, adrenaline-surging, winning as possible, even if I do die penniless.

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11/2/16


We get too wrapped up in the now.

You.

Me.

Her.

Him.

Them.

All of society is guilty, but who’s to blame?

The little necessities of life (especially in our current advertisement splashed nation) can’t be accomplished while avoiding some type of distraction or unnecessary stressor.

No wonder so many people here lose it.

Snap.

That’s just the cultural norm at this point.

Crackle

We’ve grown to accept things as they are for so long that there may be no turning back.

POP.

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11/1/16


Destiny.

Fuck does it even mean?

Can we control it or do we live in some Final Destination mapped out, pre-determined, type of universe?

Individually we’ve got unique skills like life designed us each via a Sims character creation screen.

7 blue dashes of playfulness, but only 2 blue dashes in the nice category.

Guess there’s a map for each of us.

Do we dare follow the little bit of journey unlocked ahead of us?

Thwart ourselves towards the unknown in hopes that your design takes over and keeps you safe?

Are you willing to take the chances, or are you building a formulaic life by careful calculations?

I was never any good with numbers, but intuition is another story.

If there is a map.

Some fucking map.

I’ll keep searching for it, high and wide.

I want that buried treasure, knowing it’s so much more than gems and gold doubloons.

It’s life.

Full of answers to those seemingly answer-less questions.

Happiness.

Fulfillment.

All the things I’ve been searching for my whole life, like some depressed, nomadic, treasure hunter.

Keep heading north until the compass alerts otherwise.

No need for a shovel when life has had you breaking boulders since kindergarten.

Now, if I could just find it.

There.

That spot.

The one marked by an X.

I just might strike it rich.

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8/10/16


Do you see what I see?

Is your tongue just as tied?

Dying to be wrapped around mine all the time?

Let’s kiss and unwind.

Gotta feeling this could be something greater than either of us

Could have hoped to find.

Don’t want to force it.

And it feels, we don’t need to.

Time will do it’s job in making us believers.

So in the short?

Let’s act up like heathens.

Turn our weekdays into weekends.

Prolong our evenings with demons.

Like drinks that lead to slow paced breathing,

Holding back screaming

Hold up your arched knees,

Baby keep me between them.

This week day’s our weekend.

Do you see what I see?

Is your tongue just as tied?

Dying to be wrapped around mine all the time?

Let’s kiss and unwind.

Gotta feeling this could be something greater than either of us

Could have hoped to find.

Don’t want to force it.

And it feels, we don’t need to.

Time will do it’s job in making us believers.

So in the short?

Let’s act up like heathens.

Turn our weekdays into weekends.

Prolong our evenings with demons.

Like drinks that lead to slow paced breathing,

Holding back screaming

Hold up your arched knees,

Baby keep me between them.

This week day’s our weekend.

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11/4/16


Watch you walk, table to table

Making my knees weak,

Thank god there’s something stable.

Try to say it, but I ain’t able

Freaked, keep to my own feet

Got me tripping on em, but it’s okay girl

Verbalizing thoughts would only make it worse

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11/2/16


What to say today?

Not much?

That’s okay.

Can’t force things to be made

But keep practicing,

Keep ticking away

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11/1/16


Let’s do something

Something tonight

Just for the night

Just you and I

Keep it quiet

Or loud,

Whichever you like

I don’t mind

So long as you pretend

That you’re temporarily mine

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10/31/16


Lost track of time

Once again,

No idea what happened

There’s a haze

A fog

A cloud that overhangs

It ceases all clarity

Things just happen

Blindly, apparently

No idea how

Once again,

Lost track of all time

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10/28/16 & 10/29/16


(10/28/16)

Getting used to me

The side that decisively you don’t often see

Keep it under lock and key

Until I can show it a little more comfortably

 

 

 

(10/29/16)

Challenge you to write daily

Put some words on a page

Put the phone down

Get back in touch,

Beyond the touch screen

Reflect more than the back-light does on your cheeks while you’re pages deep down a Wikipedia hole.

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4/27/16


Learning the specials of the hipster, local dive-bar so well I could repeat them to you. Not that I ever order them unless they’re cheaper than my regular Whiskey Sour. Still frugal as fuck. Always broke as shit. Probably because I feed off seedy little joints like this one for inspiration, and they won’t let me sit here without staring, unless I’m sipping something more than a water.

Guess I gotta have another beer-woe is me.

Let’s try to keep it to the one, though? The writing always suffers beyond a couple.

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