December 2011
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cute/male /cm/
When we play The Simpsons game where I find an episode of The Simpsons that is like real life I think about the presence of that squeeze of our shared childhood spent however many miles apart and I imagine us both rooted to a Sunday television with porcelain swans a baby gumming on a cork coaster with mottled animals on it—aching bored afternoons spent grappling with our siblings—this was...
Dec 30th
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Dec 22nd
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Dec 19th
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a poem at HOUSEFIRE
My mouth is a peach pit of everything I’ve ever said. Everyone is laughing but only you should know why —Wendy Xu (marry me) extrahumanarchitecture: HERE.
Dec 19th
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Dec 18th
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Dec 16th
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Inscription (Vault)
When you dig us back up and the last fires dying on the western rim I want one of you to say in your language god damn what a fine set of teeth she had I want one of you to snap from my neck the harmonica I wore from a thread (if it helps think of me       a deserter say I’ve come to remove his dog tags) Now I want you to hold it above you against the wind (I want there to...
Dec 15th
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Dec 8th
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a poem i just wrote
fuck you dumb bitch go do something
Dec 8th
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Dec 7th
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Dec 6th
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Dec 2nd
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draft: newsfeed
Its starts with a name- a Savannah, Essence, Saison Something soggy and perfumed A paper napkin under barstool It sits in the throat like a bite too big to chew- a feeling of fake The moment when digestion depends on swallowing And the lungs won’t give to let it go I won’t let you go- To anyone no matter how they may appear in your pocket Come what pockets may become forests in your hands There is...
Dec 1st
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