Spring is come. I show my body who’s boss.
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winter swamp walkabout
Spring is coming. It’s the Law.
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this how we do
This is what we’re made of, where we came from, what we’re for.
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feeding birds bread too old to eat,
I go through phases fazed, raised on razed, burn myself down like breathing’s easier through flames.
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hit return hit home hit shift hit control hit end hit escape hit delete
The further I move into the future, the farther I am from the moments felt fleeting.
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see what you wanna see
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we came down from the north
I went to Portland, gosh it happened fast.
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Several hours later waiting for a bus, I rupture my new scabs busting a move for my shop window reflection.
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recapped
It was safest to walk down the center of the street, Minneapolis iced up mulling deep the responsi-liabilities, post-Christmas economy crash cow, it’s on us, you know. For worshiping idle, being economical, our faults, for knitting our own scarves to keep warm and our pennies, kill ourselves for loonies (MAD MEN!) how we’ll hang from…
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keeping my nose clean
Though several days have passed since the election of the Next President of the United States, I haven’t updated since, and so: My guy won! Woohoo!
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