Woke up to the sun,
Got a haircut, had breakfast,
Feel good now. All's fine.
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Woke up to the sun,
Got a haircut, had breakfast,
Feel good now. All's fine.
Woke up to snowfall!
Winter hasn't abandoned
Us yet. I'm up. Set.
New highs and new lows!
Escape your life with curfew
Spectogram worldview
Gotta get all that
Toilet paper! And all that
hand sanitizer!
So we grow safer,
And contemplate life, and Earth,
Then maybe wiser
A global seizefire,
From the UN, we have a
Common threat again
Everyday party!
It should be. Don't know when your
Heart might not start see?
Cleaned my computer.
Years of dust swirling around
In newfound delight.
Knife inside your throat
You will never be my mother
Just a rotten cunt
Wake up way too late
It's just another Sunday
Break fast on my plate
Forty five thousand
In experience today
Life ain't all so bad
Game of chicken. Girl
yields. Dog escapes, licks my hand.
Six feet: not enough.
Clickety-clack goes
The onomatopoeia
That is my keyboard.
The low buzzing in
My ears is drifting from the
Headphones that I wear.
All else is silent;
An eerie stillness broken
Only by my breath.
To be clean,
What a lofty goal,
Prison,
The dirtyest hole,
First clean the inside,
And then the outside too,
Will be clean,
You must master the inside,
Before you can master the out,
Inner space without a doubt.
Self-betterment the
Cleaner of all detriment.
Human detergent.
It may take a life,
Maybe even two lives though,
It seems so urgent.
Day starts too early,
Wouldn't be problem if it
Didn't end so late
Never thought I'd feel
Resistence going to sleep.
Fondly, chase a dream...
Cyanide times aye,
But don't kill yourself little
Do you know future
If we do grow old
If we become millionares
And chill in castles
Banderole bastions,
Cloudscapes like lakes, I'll wait till
That real greatness builds
Noticed I had the
Link to the portal saved with
No encryption! Whoops.
Smoking a churro
burning moms best glove sets with
hydrochloric nuggets
super gas in my ears
cant see past the tilting earth
spinning fast as me
wobbly positions
wobbly could be three or two
diffrent syllables
low brow poem wine
chugger with racing gloves on
hope i counted right
Stronger and stronger,
Armies of Armageddon,
The mighty 5G.
Running in circles,
When I should be in square years
Running by too fast
A chuckle rises,
Hopes on the horizon, our
Sun turns up; brightens
No wrong in hoping
Yet the worst has not arrived
I see not one sun
So long old soldier,
Marching toward old closure,
March when you can run?
New dawn here I come!
New calls true and plummeting,
New dawn with a sun
Still up; way too late.
Soon enough, the birds will chirp
And the Sun will rise.
Thought I'd missed a day.
Suddenly yesterday seemed
Like a week away
Days, weeks, months, and years...
They all go by so quickly
When viewed in hindsight.
Time is a construct;
A human illusion made
To track the Sun's arc.
Hours, minutes, and
Seconds pass in the blink of
An eye. Give them back!
There's just no telling
How much is left. And yet we
All waste so much time.
Even today we
Worship the sun! By the days.
Not by it's brilliance.
Seriousness and Comedy,
Serious Comedy,
Seriosly not funny.
Seriously we
Should stop being serial.
All these routines! They
Dampen our freedom,
Our will to live day by day,
As if all could be:
Over just like that.
Even greater than the next.
Always something new.