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28.10.15

part two of october


when i think abt pets, fish must be the loneliest, the only time they are ever really close to contact is when the owner cleans out the tank and keeps them in a little saucer so they can swim in a pristine environment instead of a dirty one. or maybe when you feed them the flakes and your finger touches the water as they reach up to suck the food into their small orange bellies. fish must like to be alone. the reality is simple for them. eat sleep swim, and i hope they think, about alot. maybe i am just a fish named casey.

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there will be earthquakes in new york--without context, without colors or souls to blame.

38 codeine colored teeth minus two of the choppers from whitening damage

Jackson severed a line into the notebook with closed eyes and the fortune teller said to find his trajectory a kindergartener would laugh at this. entonces l’homme stared at the red circle inside another circle and saw that he needed someone else to find himself.

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—born off route I-76, he decided to name her Johanna—the mother, his indian wife died after 10-hours of labour—in preparation for the childhood she wouldn’t have. growing up dad worn night sky overalls stained in oil and cried into a handkerchief while slugging thick syrupy whiskey from the mason jar kept behind ‘huckleberry-fin‘ in the bookshelf. 

i'll be going now,
cb

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