tonight = treehouse excavation/un earth l ing i don't know where to begin it kind of hurts a little

books, turkey dinner, typewriter, wave, face! eat me.

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But I say that people all over the world are good.

People all over the world ain't bad.

But if they keep on chickenin' out,

They'll never get what they wish they had,

And that's affection.



it's, like, the same:

*was the world a dream or a dream the world?
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lima de carey

abro y cierro el cierre de mi bolsito manicure
y vuelve a llamar ella
reclamándome la lima de mango de carey.
jamás se la voy a dar
no por la lima
sino por la historia sentimental
por tantas lágrimas que hicieron
barro con el polvillo de mis uñas
apretando el carey, para evitar otra lágrima
y mirar fijamente la uña limada, para
no demostrarle que estoy llorando.
ella sabe.
por eso llama
y  la reclama.
ella quiere esa lima.
ella quiere mi lima.
ella quiere que yo deje de mirar su mango
de carey
ella quiere que la mire a ella
pero no la voy a mirar.

I copped a feel off the wall

Graffiti/Signs/Art found in Brooklyn, Queens, Pulaski bridge.

Story about a Brooklyn neighborhood I wandered into.


I am a child
and I'm not ready.



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ahora que estás pelona

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NYC: THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FREE AND NECESSARY ACTS

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then let's keep dancing

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I came to this world in order to do something and I haven't done anything and the whole world is gonna end.

-E. Decorsey down by the river.


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My knees became water and when he told me not to cry because they would think that he was trying to hurt me I felt the ocean in my abdomen spill out from between my legs and both of us were drowned.

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'I'd like to have a pastry. We can have it on the go. Sure. Just let me get my wallet. I have zero dollars so we are even."


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Crossing the pink bridge under a blue sky the boy in the black and white said, "I'm going to be in a major motion picture."

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almost espasmo, the heat made it palpitate.

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"he had a thing for asphyxiation. he wanted to push my head under the snow but i wouldn't let him."

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I don't believe in the power of love. I don't believe in the wisdom of stone. I don't believe in a god or the mind.

and I'm not alone.


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"

There

where i put my hand.

There

where I close the door behind me.

There

where I unpack my bag.

There

where place incites me, chides me, invites me.

I breathe, smother, burst away."

-Nathalie Stephens in

Absence Where As

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felt like the girl in the river who wades from one bank to the other with a minnow in the hand slowly opening.

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Treehouse song
Just an impression of you next to me
And the terrible sound of the clapping of leaves
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thoughts of a young girl
by John Ashbery



“it is such a beautiful day I had to write you a letter
From the tower, and to show I’m not mad;
I only slipped on the cake of soap of the air
And drowned in the bathtub of the world."


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I CAN'T SLEEP

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spies.

more spies.


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all the love
all the love inside you
feels my stare
getting closer to you
on the shore
sing your love
to the stars
that are guiding me back to you


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today is yesterday

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when i was a very small child of
photosensative

celluloid

eyes,

I saw my head laughing
rolling on the ground



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Ce n'était qu'un rêve

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Now as a little girl you must've been magic

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I can't stand what you do I'm in love with your eyes

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you're trying to fool somebody but you wind up fooling yourself.






Someday we'll all fall down.



going to go jump in a great lake, burn sparklers, eat cake, set sailboats on fire with rainbow bombs and too much gin.

which actually sounds more like this: Now She's Gone by Felt (same name different band).


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Nothing, my lord.

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CORDELIA:

[Aside] What shall Cordelia do?
Love, and be silent.

Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen.



I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck.



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tindrummer

still the best one ever.



Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?



Wish you were here.


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pretty song

Everness


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