throw him a curveball

Late at nightwhen streetlights silhouette inebriated youthI sit alone in my living roomunder my favorite blanketriding cotton waves with flattened palmslike grease traversing a rose petal.Sure, sometimes it’s lonelysometimes it’s sickeningand sometimes it’s just another night alone.But every now and thenI hurl the blanket to the floorpop open a bottle of wineand hunch over a legal padclutching a pen that secretes blood.Blood as...

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keep it simple

"Don't be fooled by the moonshine. The night is young and the night is ours. I can see you are wary. I can see the goosebumps beginning to crawl down your arms. They trickle past your elbow like Plinko chips and I watch with disco ball eyes as if a $10,000 slot sits above your middle knuckle. Don't be scared. Trust me when I say I will protect you. Trust me when I say I love you. Don't be fooled by the moonshine. Don't ever give...

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the heavy musk of masochism

I busted my ass for $20 a week squeezing cellophane dreams out of jugular veins. Flowers hung from sad, limp stems in the raspy hallway of my apartment. My life felt like a screaming frenzy of nothingness. I began panicking, deteriorating, gnashing my teeth late into the night. And then one Sunday morning, as the churning sun beat down on my ingrown toenail, the antidote appeared wearing a silk suit.The lion no...

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