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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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Arranging furniture in the
petri-dish of life
Single celled amoebas gloss over glossaries in the back of the home-owner manual. Stacks of books detailing the layouts that afford the most Feng shui sit in the corner. But single celled amoebas don’t know the first thing about moving in.
-lp
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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Ive never looked in the mirror and seen hand-soap where my face should appear
Perhaps if I were to look nearer I’d catch a jumping glimpse of what I’d expect to be revealed. Lavender and lilies that are promised to froth with jubilation upon your hands placement. So with a smash the sink decides I’m in the right and relinquishes responsibility for its after thought. My mistakes bread the unbearable crimson.
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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Little lapis lilies wish ill wishes upon my vision; sometimes just three or four makes lethargic lily pads pool up precariously - just in time
Standing still make my vision move- makes movement in my vision. Surly saved by sacrosanct spruce, only to see - of course - I’ll surely lose.
Leaving the left corner of the lily padded river, leaves gather in congregation to acknowledge that which shouldn’t be acknowledged.
A blank dull buzz, or the best you can imagine one, a clean vision. I’ll speak literally from now on. Sweet trees that babied rocks and stones nested in subtle damp moss which gave way to the slow trinkle of thought and inevitability
-lp
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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Prawn Porn gains more viewers daily than any other national aquatic sport
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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I write this to acknowledge Cliques
This moment I sit in seems to persist, never not with it. Why can’t I miss. It rings in my ears and I deny it’s kiss, for I know I’ll have my chance any moment I wish. What scares me the most is what lays beyond, if the moment doesn’t persist - what will I’ve missed?
-lp
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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Small acts of self defiance
Is what confirms the small crook in my neck. Just a peddle away down the lane; the doctor could fix me up! His short stupor contradicts the way he had his glasses fixed.
“What seems to be the issue miss?”
“I believe my neck does me a disservice”
“Well how did you discern this?”
“I know my place is fixed, and I shouldn’t bother to mix, but truly I didn’t understand the risk! It seemed the right and just thing to do”
“Now let me show you how I’d handle this, miss”
Clam shells with a hard kiss, ring the neck and twist
-lp
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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Rummage through those old oak drawers; where’s the joint you’ve stashed? The state of the wool warriors is shameful, shall I lay them to rest? A sanitized white box for my degeneracy is beginning to degrade my generosity - with persistent wines, I decapitate that unholy vine
-lp
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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Second bell’s chime; I linger in the moment too long - the moment invades me
-lp
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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Hulu and Booze
for the next hour or
two
i
won't have a pulse
but
don't
be concerned, it's normal
now
i'm what you call a
para-
som-
nam-
bulist,
meaning:
running
on
nightmares
all day
all terror
all panic
dog-eared psych books
what's wrong with me?
frog-legged leaper skipping
scary lily pads
what's wrong with me?
sharing night tremors
and spreading rumors
(of a weak heart)
hear it murmur murmur
can it just fuckin stop already?
i don't know who i am
i don't
know if i ever was
i sure as hell won't
find out on Instagram
i don't need a vacation i
need a replacement
my brain is
dislocated at the bridge
good luck escaping the island
the rescue team's having a
smoke
and
smoke signals dissipate
poof -- what was it
you were saying?
i wasn't listening
i was
busy leafing through
this campy pamphlet
that cambridge analytica published
they claim you live at
3670 ███████ ave
if it's true i'm
coming through with
Hulu and booze
take a shot every time
i lose my train of thought
(we're sloshed
now)
next stop : full stop.
i'm just toshing
for some flushed trezha
i'm just tossing Chaucer's
saucy words on my
flying sausa
i'm just broken English | factured grammar
fax my grandma daddy's
dangling hammer
put some fuckin pants on
© @parasomnambulist March 19, 2021
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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If I were to take the feeling of this day and give it to the hands inside my head to feel, they would say that it feels good. That’s the only explanation I have, I do not care if it doesn’t make sense
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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dating is weird (2019)
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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Hate is hell, and you’re the devil
Love is a bicycle, built for two.
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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Who took my thoughts from today? I put them by my breast; perhaps they fell into my chest and were devoured by the dead bear who lives there.
-lp
Another short piece from my journal
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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Why do you look for signs in Man when Nature throws stones for fun?
-lp
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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I can’t get enough
But what if you’ve had your share? Do I suffocate you with the threads from my damp cloth - I see them turn you all the blues, yet you reassure me you’re a peach. And so the threads dive between your waves and hold tight in spite. I cry for you, but my tears learn the loom and give birth to the days end.
-lp
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reversespectaclepen · 3 years
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I only long for creation in purgatory
I lose my divinity in freedom
-lp
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