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January 18th
02:26
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This chloroform dream keeps waiting for me. A note from a scream says “I want the whole thing”. Too indisposed to cut the wire, I breathe before I see. Another tongue it’s getting higher. I should have felt them coming for me. This stench is fierce. This stench is real. I sleep on hard wrists while I travel in heat.
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February 8th
03:52
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It's a world of multiple obsessions and not all of them are mine. Several sides to witness the mysterious and none of them apply. Hey, Mistress of error, can you spear my time? Hey, Mister Bold Verbose, will you close my eyes? This is the part where I cross through the night with ghosts by my side. Two of them scratching my spine in an indecent reply. It won't be enough. I guess it never is. You pointed out without doubt the problem with me. If we never shake hands that would be so weird. Purpose and regret I trace within my head.
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March 8th
05:05
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We serve as the air runs wild. This hospital bed is one of a kind. Screaming out lullabies with tired throats and broken lungs. Should I go back to sleep? The flames are flying higher. We hardly can see through all the smoke. Our backs tied real tight. Won’t dare to say another word. Should I go back to sleep? Ideas and knives left behind. Not a single ounce to call our own. We wonder about the night. When did we realize our world was gone? Should I go back to sleep?
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April 1st
03:11
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Boots and tongues hanging from red-winged trees. The smell of fire dissipating in a fog of vomit. Moving through this space where art is high and low at the same time. Perspective is a wall of mud fragmenting itself into blurred pictures of fate. These animals are not meant to be calmed down. On the other hand, their lives tend to be rather short. Concentric shells aim at gestures of confrontation. This molecular warfare is forever lost.
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May 27th
03:30
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"We should talk", He said. "I don't feel like talking right now", I replied. "You never feel like talking". He's right.
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June 9th
05:52
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“Their finest art” by Charles Bukowski.
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July 25th
02:00
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If this is hair, what's in my mind? I shaved my head to reach inside. I've read the books and learned the stars. Undressed my soul with loaded guns. I am evil master plan. With empty hands I came to town. I drenched my back in boiling tar. A spectacle to lift the hearts. I'll fake my death for the last time. I am evil master plan.
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August 16th
03:51
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She's sitting on top of the city. She lights another cigarette. Her arms all twisted and heavy. I bet you couldn't even see her. Make up on the inside. You'll never know where it came from. She never asked to be born. Her time impossible to measure. She's right, if there's a right or wrong. She'll take what's hers and more. Her eyes on ours. Scared to death of what they'll show us.
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September 13th
02:49
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Bitter as the fourth best, I step on my steps. Trapped in what your eyes have deemed as unreal. This clash of words means nothing as long as I don’t win. Touch the plastic ceiling. Dusty signs of fear. The wretched and the soon to be. Their courtship is plain sick. Do you remember soft skin? Hands gone wild on secret tricks. Signals falling from your mouth. Trick or treat. Secretly I raise the bar as far as I can see.
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October 24th
05:37
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To stay awake, I must admit, I am never awake. On fear alone I feast my own through fractured visions of gold. Uncomfortable silence. Our daze of hate, the perfect game. I can almost explain. Uncomfortable silence.
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November 15th
02:50
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Trying to make sense of this I peeled off some skin. I thought I could find the right metaphors there but I was wrong. I found concealed ugliness, old wounds never properly healed and a book full of suicide notes. But no decent literature.
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December 15th
02:42
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It’s not your heart that I want. The hidden knots of misplaced love. Though I am not the one to judge, this frame of mind seems obvious. The myth, the vote, the holy ghost. We’ve seen the remnants of it all. They gave us some to seize our hope. We settled for a few old crumbs.
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Cheating Spouses Caught On Tape Buenos Aires, Argentina
Sonic mistreatment and queer negativity.
Maltrato sónico y negatividad queer.
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