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today i went out to get fast food
i had other things to do... but did i do them?
me: that's enough human interaction for today. time for a nap.
i placed my order and thanked the cashier.
i wonder why i get so exhausted from these things
today i went out to get fast food
i had other things to do... but did i do them?
me: that's enough human interaction for today. time for a nap.
i placed my order and thanked the cashier.
i wonder why i get so exhausted from these things
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the end
y'all, i just tried to upload literature to this website for the first time since the. . . . Transition. I . . . . I am so sorry. I can't. I can't handle the ass-side of this website being shown to me like this. I'll notify you each by your username once I've committed Exodus.
life took a turn
and the journey became heavy with slow burdened steps
i lost my will to finish NaPo
if i have a sudden spark tomorrow, perhaps i'll power through two weeks of work.
there's an upload limit of 2 to 3 poems "per day" to group sites, so...
well,
maybe something will work out.
defeated, but still here.
on departure
my grandmother is probably facing her last few days
last night she said she was so tired, so very tired
but after she fell asleep, she's not shown signs of waking up.
or if she's awake, she's not responding to external stimuli.
the heart monitor continues.
but she sang songs with my mother and sister before she fell asleep.
she's ready, i'm not.
edit 6:12 eastern today
she's passed through the door
free the grudge, unholy savior
crimson dusk fills the sky
old and heavy like unrecorded beliefs
no crime could shake the planet like mine
three million years ago
i could have been saved
no, freed, from my fish-hook grave
where the writhing souls call my name
no disaster could purge my mark on this planet
the trees themselves shed leaves in the spring,
and it's all my failure.
my grisly failure to grasp the tapestry of memory
the downfall of my species when the great collapse began
no one was ready
that well we speak of?
is wet with fire
soaked to the bone with molten lead
they shout with conviction
ill hreth gevtocsh, creeds ach'haldroven
and no single human would ev
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