

Hindsight BiasMan goes back to last week and buys another lotto ticket. Loses again. Hindsight bias, humans multiplying universes by mistakes. A mallet against the mirror is held stagnant for him. Wife gets a headache. Man goes back to prom night, doesnt tell his date something,Hindsight Bias
or puts the champagne to cool a little sooner. Wakes up next to her and she says, What are you doing here? Goes back to when his knees reach the sidewalk curb and when the yellowjacket lands on his cheek, he knows the poison is coming, he doesnt cry.


Cool Veil of BloodYesterday I swam in a river. The water was so cold I drowned trying to keep the heat, trying to keep moving. Its not like this in the city. We have one big river that you have to pay to swim in. If you look at it too long they might ask you to pay. Not to mention the dollar to get the hobo to be quiet. But here, its better. Here the water is flesh toned.Cool Veil of Blood
Here the water is as fast as a slipping memory. Goes so fast I forget by the time I wake up.


Gonzo LoveYou, the Duke,Gonzo Love
as a skeleton, as a roof
are burned in, collapsed.
Empty the bomb
hovering above me
from your grasp.
I am a fortune teller.
I am a second longer.
I am divided from your mind.
I am Dr. Gonzo poised for death.
I remember how to tell the yellow glow of fireflies from the stars. I die a second sooner.
I was a second too late.
I know the limits of your sanity.
Look me dead in the eye.
No secret kept, no lie forgotten.
Our memories stand with the frames of my past. Our topography sprea


Drive to the End of the World99th and Loomis and the road turns deadly. Were at the end of the world, he says. Cigarette ash. There are no lights in the sky, no stars, cityscape be damned, quietDrive to the End of the World
in the streets. Quite dangerous here, yes? The road curves, no escape, a dead end. Were lost. I know. Were goners. Ashes
to ashes, dust to dust. We get real quiet. I panic like no- bodys business. The road is a gaping jaw, an end swallowing its tongue and all the cityscap
Devious Comments
My essay is comparing Euripides' Medea with an modern irish play called The Bog of Cats. I'm flattered that you're interested in it! She's such a brilliant character with so many aspects to explore. And I love your poem's twist on her!
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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yes. i know its a chode.
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Shetland Pony Pie
i hope its true, i love pickled babies
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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~my work~
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I sell prints here.
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Keep creating!
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WORLDS COLLIDE!
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"To create an art movement, you have to set something up and then destroy it. Fuck it up the ass. Cause as much bad, ill feeling as possible. You'll only create a movement when you have a rebellious cause." - David Bowie, 1976
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Im open for commissions
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SGINATURE? SGINATURE?!?!??!
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The awareness of the sad genius...
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"Une fois qu'on a passé les bornes, il n'y a plus de limites."
Alphonse Allais
yays!
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to each his own complaint
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