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How do you handle sunsets
with the pink underbellies of birds
in flight and cotton candy skies
turning blue to gray to pink to purple
while you're laying in bed saying yes & no to the one you love
while his eyes;
you can't look at them

funeral day. it’s rainin. i love that for her. she hated the rain. “ruins my day.” as if her day was the universe’s problem. now she’s gettin soaked on her way outa this world. i really can’t help but find bit of poetry in all of that. but somedays i still find myself thinkin like a vindictive drunk. old habits. but this moment in my day isn’t bout her or not completely anyway. i went to bed early last night. slept whole four hours. we call that success round here. then i laid there with nietzsche pickin at my brain. weirdest shit always slips in when i’m not sleepin at 1am. amor fati. love...

Once again enrich the pockets of the rich while the lower end get your crumbs.
Persecute the homeless, go on...ship them off too.
An embarrassment to what? Who?
They are someone's children, could be your own.
How is it that the government stole so much money through lies and corruption you claim and yet the only people who are gonna benefit from it in refund form are those on the higher end pay?
Touch grass bastards! Better yet, try on a
Pair of tennis shoes bought once every two years because you only make 25k a year, yet work your ass off to keep the...