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we're back in to the medicine months.

#Youtube

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#sotce inspired

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where i sat in the rain

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i spent all weekend in the same dress

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i sleep, i sin, my bones show through my skin

it scares me but i love it

all the places i slot in

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Going to go walk around like a mall today

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Just Because I Can Write About It Thoughtfully Doesn't Mean It's Okay

"can't write a song, only do hooks"

                                                                  - Yung Lean, "Agony"                                                

failure-reflex waitress reject kneejerk complex over my lack-of-success hex

toddler delusions and grandiose diary convolutions 26 candle wishes dandelion blows (blow's too on the nose for the) hordes of hoes enjambing Apple-core sad-girl retweets and sad-boy archive clothes

cause you can't move for all the quirks in clubs these days hey (that sentence suffix affectatious cause my nationality's contentious)

I'm not an alien detective inspector I'm not clarice lispector "she lets everything affect her" just like elfreid and ingeborg but they did it 60 years ago, bore and the refill-pillbox redpilled redux redox half-arsed poetry empty inbox I lark in's worse than the  "creatives" profusion I spurn and curse and worse and

just cause the verses come in incantations doesn't mean they're validation- worthy, capital-deserving, and besides, it doesn't help the hurting, the flirting for cursory chirpsing (Axiomella Panizza, autistic rizla rizzer!)

disillusion over deluzean delusion  doesn't necessitate devolution: that's all you kid, still the jitgit crying in granddeaddad's dead whip.

what's a life of oppression tallies, of  proposition rallies,  baccy in my airpods case? so this tik tok flip flop Aquilian Epicurean slitwrist dimwit better write some fuckin sick lit bitch!

#poetry #poem

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“i’m so tired of trying to say things to people and having them not listen ... i just simply will not talk to you unless i think you’re listening to me. i just simply won’t - i can’t.”

Fiona Apple - Sessions at West 54th (Live in New York, 1997)

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Ah Girl picked three apples. She ate one and gave one each to her friends Emmeline and Lizzie. How many apples did she have left?

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drank the rest of the woil washed the dishes had a shower now in bed waiting for it to kick in properly i feel languorous my hair is washed and it's just started pouring outside i am SO cosy

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got so high i understood the cocteau twins

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last night, and after work. can’t believe I have a 9-6 now. anyway, we went to ucl bar and moscow mules were 3 for 12 pound so we had rounds of 1.5 mules each and all the tables were taken so we sat in a corner talking about all the times we’d been here as a class. comparing each of our then impressions of notable social minutiae.

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