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6/365: Robbery | Not In The Past
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Not In The Past. Looking forward from 30. My mind and spirits are sustained. While my body starves and withers. To give you what I have. A mere painting or photograph. Standing in for the object. Sometimes, that will do,. And sometimes, that’s robbery. Newer Entry →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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5/365: Pedestal | Not In The Past
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Not In The Past. Looking forward from 30. My memories distort over time. And make you impossible. Flatten out the essence. Newer Entry →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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7/365: Consequence of Choice | Not In The Past
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Not In The Past. Looking forward from 30. 7/365: Consequence of Choice. Every single decision we made. Killed a possible version of ourselves,. Each aborted by paths chosen or rejected,. And through a whole lifetime,. Cities of hypothetical identities were razed. Through compromise or force of will. Newer Entry →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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4/365: Meta | Not In The Past
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Not In The Past. Looking forward from 30. In it for the purpose of breaking through. The mental strain, cramming every last thought. Out onto the keyboard. Straining thoughts and images out. As if they were constipation stools. Eroding all sense of flow. Starts and stops like a jammed cassette. Newer Entry →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.