Monthly Archives: July 2017

Or Love

Posted on July 30, 2017 by

in the aftermath of a bloodbath there are two paths we can take more violence for its own sake or love

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Invasive

Posted on July 30, 2017 by

the invasive trees sway in the breeze dropping their seed pods everywhere and an army rises around them as they decimate the rest of the forest continuing their march up the mountain and towards the ocean to the east and … Continue reading →

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Amidst the Rubble: Ode to Mosul

Posted on July 30, 2017 by

What is a human life worth? Some would say ‘priceless’ and others might agree but there are dollar signs and balance sheets in mind all the time no matter what they tell your family. One death is terrible two are … Continue reading →

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Imagine the answer

Posted on July 30, 2017 by

Religion is the answer if the answer is a cancer yes, the cancer of an answer is religion   God can’t write or read no, God wouldn’t stand for greed so please let your mind be freed from religion   God is … Continue reading →

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Glasses

Posted on July 30, 2017 by

when your glasses break don’t use the broken pieces to slit your wrists you still have your birth control glasses though, as time passes they blur

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Storm

Posted on July 28, 2017 by

it happened again last night in my dreams I was running through the attic running through space and time was running out of my mind finding clues under dusty boxes and in old books and I look out an open window and there you … Continue reading →

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Burning Man

Posted on July 24, 2017 by

The burning man runs as winds blow and flames grow war games go on and on and on without end SOS please send teardrops and fear candy and beer pay taxes and cheer and we’re left with King Lear we’re blind … Continue reading →

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