whizkey crackerz

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all day!

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wouldn't you like to build something so well, that it makes us all better?

heres now. now you are sad and sitting. heres now when you are sitting on your feet, spreading your knees, trying to back bend. this is now when you fold in half and thats enough of you, half is enough.

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here's when you change your shirt, and tuck it in.
this is when you sleep in your red pants
because tomorrow's blue sky will be brighter behind them.
this is where red is still your favorite color.
this is you, writing anything because you like the space between each word.
here's when your bagel comes without a hole, its too much
its just too much.
here's you, looking at that dog, wondering what you'll be like as a grandma. what you'll wear, and if you'll have any love left to give.
here's your green book. its perfect.
this is when you've highlighted the main points,
and need to go back and outline. fuck an outline.

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wouldn't you like to hold a baby, so that it does not cry?

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this is where you are done and beginning a story that will be sad.

this is where you are when you push through the second cup's welcoming of lines.
this is you, past your usual stay.
here's where you are when you have nowhere else and you just won't get up yet.
here's you, hanging out on a line, waiting for yourself to dry.
this is where you are done and beginning a story that will be sad.
here's where you come because everywhere else has stopped and you will keep going.
this is you, when you've felt it all and there's not enough to feel like its over.
here you are, this is you.
this is you a million times over.
this is not you anymore. here you are waiting to dry,
and you're a million times over waiting for you.
this is where you're a million times over not you.
here's you. this is you yesterday and today
and a million times over forever and tomorrow.

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those with shorter legs, shall have longer toes.

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testing droid blogger

why are you so sad?
because I have no arms.
I have... no arms.

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it doesnt even really matter

if i draw something right

or run five miles

or give an extra dollar as a tip.

at the end of the night

shes still gone.

everythings, if you look at this, they make our sad

i am at the bar

drinking a delicious slyfox ipa

in a pretty jar

and i am drawing

and writing

i am making myself.... LAUGH!

everywhere people are important

people are normal everywhere

(dont you forget this)

no matter where you go

people are normal

everywhere people are important

you should not forget this

at one time that time

at one time i was trying to write poetry.

what happened that time?

that time you came over and asked for the time?

sorry, no watch, but ask her over there with the cellphone

then i counted my own seconds when you went in the bathroom

45 ticks-- really? is that all you need?

do you look in the mirror?

do you check your teeth?

do you know you appear to everyone to be exactly as you are?

thank you for the strawberry, and for the bee pollen

thank you for the time, and the seat you took to talk.

thank you for the straw, thank you for leaving

when you knew i had nothing to say but thanks.

if i want to learn something from my dog

if i want to learn something from my dog

i could

be nice, or kind, or at least open to everyone i meet

i could

have smooth, soft hair that people cant help but stroke

i could

know my own opinion and speak it, hushing myself

when those i love tell me its been too much

i could

lay in the sunlight and appreciate the beauty of nature

i could

cuddle for warmth

i could

lick my wounds, and sweets, and salt from the skin of those who hold me close

i could eat one bite at a time. sitting down. chewing carefully.

wherever i find myself, i could settle for nothing less than a comfortable seat.