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16thzero · 3 years
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16thzero · 3 years
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MuseumXVI is open
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16thzero · 3 years
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Maybe this is something they will leave on the coffee table and accidentally have a guest notice
 then say embarrassingly oh
    I’m sorry, we must be off now it
    Was sure nice, sure, to have the opportunity
        To escape the craziness of our work day and            catch up                    with you                               sure, and all of that, tootles                            But no.
Come back?
a burning discomfort thorough; in the muscles the diaphragm and sickness mortal life of eternal Universal Impossible-to-describe shit                                                  fecund, poor, dreary Poets and film-makers, useless! Advice!           Trouble!                     People!                                     Youth!
                try and keep fed and satisfied But they always seem To lose control                       and cause a ruckus leaving somewhere                                        such this and that, realization Revolutionary! For one hour, at the most.
But suddenly,   you get it. Beer, porn, true love, etiquette, paychecks, funerals.                                Nothing can stop the soul                                    From mirth. _________ @16thZero
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16thzero · 3 years
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I Don’t Want to Forget You (“Photograph” Remix)
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16thzero · 3 years
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Laptop speaker and bodies in bed Cereal out of a box Karaoke downstairs Weather as a sine wave. And the words just Gravitating elsewhere.
I left my keys near the dumpster. Mind-brain soaked and chewed We're still young. Cheap shampoo Cigarette fairytales New socks in old shoes.
Identities at auction, Spiffed up and shiny. belonging to no cause, no love.
At least I know this one little thing.
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16thzero · 3 years
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I Don't Want to Forget You ("Photograph" Remix)
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16thzero · 3 years
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                                 Clothes, refusing to let their bodies go                                      like pretty lights that catch the house                                                       on fire.
                                  Did you bring yourself here                                            on purpose?
                              And which answer is more                                     exciting?
_________ @16thZero
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16thzero · 3 years
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Can I unbalance you or position cloth against damp air. Now away drawn questions of thermal, proper at dusk the temperature perfecting phones and wigs in an orchid fire behind us.  
Extreme portions of discovery the smell of pubic hair lie awake with me, believe in me while not     saying sweet things all to and from dirt the gym sweat is different than this this is what we have the cloud of our small experience. the wild breath and humor of all this I get to share with you
I am so lucky.
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16thzero · 3 years
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August 2014:
Wood and dead leaves. A time when I could still feel the air. The smell of Fall. Compartment. A road, dark, never lit, never will be. Beyond the farm and into the mountain; beyond the mountain.
Water. Damp. This is old. This is where I lost myself.  I could still smell. I had desire and real fear and pleasure. He put the rag over my face, and I never woke up.
If I get high, I can go back there. Just a little bit. The gray. The sudden dusty world. Scratches on a lens. I want to follow this, but I take lithium and bag your groceries instead.
The road. The leaves. The water. Dark. A place you do not revisit. Why is it more real? I can't wake up. I'm still there.
I swear I don't want extravagance or beauty or talent. I just want to taste water again.
Occasionally I can dream. And how can I smile at people afterwards? There is no flashlight and there is no dark. There is no blur. There is the Great Pretend.
900mg, Li+
Drink plenty of water but never taste it.
Always greet the customer.
Put the eggs on top. _________ @16thZero
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16thzero · 3 years
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Taste what real relationship you And the city-walk earthling pain have.
I put out less struggle And receive more sensation more excitement quiet patience.
The skin-mind-soul equation
Infinity's classroom dismissed Unsolved but working.  
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16thzero · 3 years
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regret comes with time inevitable
cathedrals are built on shame that's why they last
moral decline is perhaps the only heaven you will find before you end
bloated eyes a belly infiltrated
by this intoxicating set of moments
but they fade
and you don't matter, once again.
Okay.
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16thzero · 3 years
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You know how a bird can shine white in the Arizona sun? Then it dives onyx.
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16thzero · 3 years
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unbuttoning tides then and naked for pain real comfort abrasive lust slamming shut to open and then this knowledge
since it’s raining out I’ll understand if you have wet posture no choice but to pull storms here
in the past I would have blamed you in the past I was a child
don’t I know better now I am clearer in the seven-ton rain inside or outside, doesn’t matter but I must not be in the rain
merely of it
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16thzero · 3 years
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The task is about a million years old And the books rotted me And the experiences were cheap Liquids went down and out There was a before and after There was a way I walked then, and a way I walk now tossed about the bones communicating.
Too busy But the bones are necessary.
I wanted a different chemistry
I didn't get it.
The bones are not brittle not strong.
The air smells different
but I can't say how.
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16thzero · 3 years
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Sun out over faces Sun out over shit.
wax-dipped cherry corpse, red proposals of soft air lipstick; gin.
Clenched teeth and highly sweetened political stationary.
Old men beating each other off under the table while you filter their pool water with your kidneys.
Glorified lip moving Believe in God? The super extra-sized earthquake- proof shopping cart rolling down the hill
The ice melting; the people inside; the melting-wax-people inside. They're cold but how would they know.
Bedrooms crumbled                      upward.
Piles of museum smoke.
I am in a lot of pain.
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16thzero · 3 years
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Louder clumsy hands dropping the other's into the wrong form of emptiness.
The attempt to build space in which the machinery of harvest is swallowed by the crop and texture is replaced by noise and anaerobic bland            unnecessary                   creaking dead breaths like glued intimacy eaten foul by the daydreams or people who think that kissing is in the lips.
Exceedingly afraid of dust and sweat shuddering ashamed of your follicles ashamed to taste or enjoy anything sub-pretty or however you describe yourself to me approaching sundown.
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16thzero · 3 years
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Two sides busy moving History now? When my lips are closed they are kissing you. And I guess when they are open I am your voice one side dismantled, again. Yes again.
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