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May.15.2013 The Great Gatsby I'm not thinking of the read, as young as I was, and certainly as removed as the gauche Iranian boy in Western Tehran, of the infamous book on the American dream. And yet there is something to be said of an incomplete understanding of a whirlwind. We, the young, had an idea, passing by the estate...	May.11.2013 the thick It takes one breath to forget where your’e at It takes two steps to figure it out What’s gone wrong What’s gone right What’s to care Where is anywhere Bee’s swarm overhead Bumbling Bee’s Retroactive I’m not scared Don’t care I rely on still body My still body repair One breath determines I am...
May.11.2013 pain I am bitter Self hating Pot craving Un motivated Filthy Sober Bored Fucking bored ///////	May.10.2013 Was the Lanyard Enough? THE LANYARD by Billy Collins The other day I was ricocheting slowly... off the blue walls of this room, moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano, from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor, when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary where my eyes fell upon the word...
May.06.2013 untitled I use to take steps of pain and regret Carry stains of terrible blood from my body Lick up the wounds with my tongue Strange nobody really noticed And I traced myself out of piss and shit Into a railroad leading toward pleasure I didn’t distance myself I regain illusions And construction Far...	May.06.2013 regain The prison wall had centered my head against patterns uncertain. Why rest And then again, Why rest Why wait at all, And gathered further into the glimmer She rested Waited Don’t tell Don’t tell, She didn’t wait for him No. Against the prison wall Quarter inch up to heaven sake resting place...
May.06.2013 my rings Feel the rings on your fingers All the time All the time Feel the rings Twist them around Fix them Wear them Always Wearing them Sometimes feeling them without feeling them Bulky Chunky Heavy Rings Around the fingers Feeling them All the time Twisting them Wrapping them around and around in a loop...	May.06.2013 ground Abrasion Hits hard in the illusion Morphing is detour-rent Bouncing is prohibited Communication is limited Stiches in the for-head Abrasion Stick filthy mouth X-Ray vision And into evening fade away, into evening fade away Into evening Fade away Into evening Fade away Control dimension...
May.06.2013 she Like it was I don’t know And then I said What did I say She remembers But She say’s she doesn’t And what was it That woman? At the corner store She looked peculiar Like she was going to rob the store And I left I just left And I came Home And ripped my shredded skirt off	May.06.2013 me and beckett and bi polar Striking human- stringing Being Human Clouds and beads And bringing Tranquilizing fog delicious screaming I hear Way out there Shredded packed up Noisy Noisy You are Noisy And Left valuing Me

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