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The Passenger
I'm strapping myself to the machine. The melancholy has settled itself between the reeds. Fireflies are lighting the way for the canoe. Half-hearted scratched parchment pieces float downstream as their pigment bleeds. The facts are fading, winding, and creating new realities. Memories are never as they seem. Fact is only what you believe.

The Swing Set
Childhood is made of rusted pipes and chains and bent pieces of plastic.

The Voyuer/The Photographer/The Assassin
If I were colorblind, looking down the barrel of my machine, all would be red that once was green.

Hillbilly
Our life treads on their death
soft, supple decay
Decomposition gives way to bare feet
bundles of caloused warmth

Growth and Destruction
Contemplate the unbalanced portions of this timeline.

American Nightmare
I've witnessed truth serum as a great excuse to lie.

Self Help
If you are your own problem, you are also your own solution.

Second First Impressions
Avoiding confrontation is like trying to hide between the icecubes in your alcohol or the ridges of cartiladge in your ear. 130 lbs of blushing twenty-something can't be hidden anywhere fast enough to avoid the truth already spilling out in giggles.



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