i asked the vast unknown if it knew
me___a taste of dirt i spat; an unraveling became
of me as though falling into and through a rabbit’s hole.
but One outside of space &
time — where nothing Human
is said, worn or told: again unraveling into a deeper sense
of nonsense whom once i was be-
came nothing More.
Is what this is more:
More, so much more!
:: 05.13.2020 ::
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“I’ve always had an eating disordered. I use to blame it on stress…” A heavy pregnant pause hung above the room.
“But now I realize it was not who I am but what I am. I even use to blame my binges on how poorly I spin my web — but it is an automatic instinctual reaction.”
Taking off a pair of horn-rimmed glasses the fly, who never lost a patient, looked directly into the eyes of his patient the spider and gently spoke.
“Be who you are.”
-THE END-
:: 03.23.2020 ::
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Your smile, vanilla
ice dream square!
Coat in a thin layer
of hot chocolate!
–>Klondike bar!
And infinity knows me
nothing I’d not do
for a Klondike bar
Don’t wanna live
dying wanna die living
White-house cheery
Cappuccino bar
Rocky road life
Double chocolate chip
What I’d do for a
Polar B’ar!
:: 06-20-2015 ::
10:20 PM CST
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