Tag: #prose
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Sounds Like Me
I haven’t touched these words in so long that they got covered in dust. And now I feel rusty as I try to readjust them. I can’t remember how where they were supposed to go. The order seems messed up. Or the purpose is missing. Or maybe they were just shitty words to begin with. […]
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Drunk Blur
Thirteen drinks later and suddenly it’s Saturday. It was Friday the last time I checked. But now its Saturday. That’s ok. At least I have some idea of what’s going on. But this hangover keeps kicking me in the skull. Like a boot against a door. Fuck. I need to get to the liquor store […]
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Quick
Quick, come with me quick, while everyone else is busy watching Netflix. Let’s run away and make something of all this. Let’s make something of ourselves, quick, and do anything besides binge watch this shit. Quick, let’s do something productive with our time, before we get stuck doing nothing at all.
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Thoughts During Writer’s Block, pt. 2
It would be easy to give up, and give in, and put on one of those dumb fucking suits. Everyone else does it. I could do it too. Punch in. Punch out. No problem. I just can’t help but wonder what would happen to these words, and to the words that I could have written […]