“poetry”
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i start thinking i can sell solar panels for 22,551.00 a month, and i get ideas like this all the time. like maybe i am a secretly successful person trapped in an average encasing: a golden kosher hot dog. my skin house has good bones but the upstairs tenant is an idiot. but so if…
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there is a sickness in me that cannot be cut out sometimes i soften it with sleep, diet coke, television like everyone you have to go to work, again relying on life’s little pleasures to coddle you sucking down sodas your amazon cart, eternal stockpiling for The Day When You Have Money which will never…
