i'm the guy
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I’m drunk on life at this point While I depended on being actually drunk to write Now waves of spiritual drunkenness just wash me Wash me away And I take just another sip Just another drink into madness And I look at the shore People walk by to grab
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Spit it out No helping Just spitting it out Envy Jealousy Anger Self preservation I am afraid of the new age The new people The people that think differently than me. How could they? How could anyone doubt my thoughts? Don’t they know that my thoughts are me? And
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Wind makes circular noises Belli Olmaz Watering waves Electronic trumpets And the ventilator never falls. Night is tinted with orange street lights Nothing too profound Just this Post orgasmic neo psychedelic inspired poetry Belli Olmaz. I wonder what the plants are thinking If the ground knows I’m relaxed right
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what we think, we become if it isn’t yours, let go.
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“Lost father to death last year. Today mother passed from heart attack. Brother has special needs. I live at the church. Alone. I believe in God. He is my Lord and Savior. Never had much to live for, grew up poor. But I believe everything is for the best. God
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A person doesn’t mature with age a person matures with pain.
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Life is infinite There a never ending ways to interpret any situation You can go as deep as you want in anything Do it with a method Questioning assumptions and testing hypothesis And you are a scientist. Do it aimlessly And you’ve got yourself a mental illness Life is
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being alone no connection no love no hope death is always fair life, not so much. Being without parents, friends, a job, a purpose, money, animals, nature. It is not fair.
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Hello this is me. I’m that guy. you know who the one always cracking jokes I’m lost But I won’t say that to you ever I’m lost and honestly death doesn’t seem too scary I can think of it everyday all day and still act
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Enough distractions Feelings Opinions emotionless and thoughtless choices programmed way before encountered. I’m wasting my time here writing reading consuming watching thinking what is important? I’m a slave to my creative impulses slave to what I deem a perfect work of art and I will never accomplish it
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Nothing. What is it that you need to get done? Why get out of bed? Why be healthy? Aren’t we all already dead? We are dead we’ve killed ourselves. School teaches us to hold on to not start living just yet. Most people are sane enough to disregard
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touch It smell It kiss It play with It stop wait and do it all over again get better at It wait continue. Strong now now go softly kissing it softly. The universe is here we are it is there anything better than playing with ourselves? Change it change yourself