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jars filled with rain
02:18
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we all forgot to dim the lights & shut off the faucet; when morning comes, the laundry room will be underwater. the setting sun looks great because we’re on the moon now where everything is safe & calm & nobody can make it up & if they could they’d tear our walls down.
i will be hoarding all of the cocaine. i’ll seal it up in mason jars and cover all the gaps between the in-between & where you buried your movies in a field of dust & broke down all the boxes.
i will be quiet for one hundred days. i’ll wait here silently counting the planes. her rocket ship’s gold & engraved. there’s no dialectics between man & grave. the first rule of life is to mean what you say & to water the plants before you go away. her window gets smaller each day; from mountaintops, everyone looks just the same.
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an olive coat
04:33
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found the socks you lost, wool & flecked with gold, but i traded them for an olive coat. at least this way one of us is warm. there’s a man inside
the hallway made of doors and he’s on the cross and he’s on the floor; by now, he’s probably halfway home. kicked him in the chest & broke both his legs; took his wallet, keys, & cell phone, left his poems & his brains. where he’s going, he’s sure to need them. there’s a hummingbird that looks just like david byrne; he lives above the bush that looks just like che. by now, he’s probably halfway home anyway.
found the socks you lost, wool & flecked with gold, in the corner of our closet where you should have looked, but i traded them for an olive coat. would have sold them sooner if i would have known.
every bird i see, they all sing about letting go.
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i didn't even know your name when i heard that you had died. i guess that now i'm out of time & out of culture. i hope your robberies went well. i read about them in the times. ten seconds on the nightly news, they'll never understand you. so step in front of armored cars, spend your evenings at the barn, wave at the governor if you see him jogging on the sidewalk. run from women dressed in red; you'll never have to leave your bed & venture out into the best of all possible worlds. turn left on catherine instead & you'll see me up ahead staring down into the pit of all possible worlds.
you shouldn't need to tie up all-new bows when there's hundreds back at home. on the screen you were standing all alone but you don't have to be alone.
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The goalie's anxiety at the penalty kick Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
music for winter
The goalie's anxiety at the penalty kick recommends:
Never Going Outside
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someday i will move back home
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GAY SHAME/WHITE FEELINGS
by Fear Not Ourselves Alone
the last punk band from queens, new york
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Where the Heart Is
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I would visit America just to see this band live, they’re my all time favourites <3
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