I really do.


Reminders of the CyclePeople are dying all around me, I say to Kay, exhausting a puff of smoke. She stares off, leaning to look beyond her ceiling at the starlight. Her words bounce off the back of her teeth and back to her breath. She looks at me.Reminders of the Cycle
And I repeat.
Oh, she says. And she don't care.
She never did have a way with sad stories, helpless people. Just lays still, heaving curiosity across interstate highways in light of a bad economy and tired music.
She's cold with relativity, immune to heroics, and a lot like family. So I shut up and let her con
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"The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude." -Friedrich Nietzsche
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Don't tell me what the !poets are doin'...
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"The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude." -Friedrich Nietzsche
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Don't tell me what the !poets are doin'...
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My drawings, photography, and manips can be found on ~takuminanashi
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less talk more rokk
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Don't tell me what the !poets are doin'...
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less talk more rokk
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Don't tell me what the !poets are doin'...
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