smearing blood on the faces of dead presidents

I have a poem on Michael Inscoe‘s ‘unsure if i will allow my beard to grow for much longer.

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Also while you are there, read some more poems by these other good people:

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selling chapbooks if u wanna

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Hi I printed my two ebooks into hand sewn chapbooks. Both ebooks are available for free on my wordpress. if you would like me to send you a chapbook, i am selling them for $3 each or $5 for both. postage fees are included in that price, wowww. you can help me make back the money i spent on 40s and bolt bus tickets to new york.


or if you wanna do a swap we can do that too, i like that idea.
or if you just wanna pay like $1 or nothing that works also.

you can paypal me at and send me your address, ok thanks ^_^


this is some stuff i wrote tonight, that’s all

my mother texts me to say it is snowing and i close the text message and don’t look outside

i fold a paper crane out of a small square of blue paper with my eyes closed and put it in a jar with other paper cranes of different colors

there is some money in the jar too

my friend sends me an email and i read it and cry a little and decide to wait till tomorrow to reply

am i in proximity to someone who is also sitting in bed listening to the weakerthans, and if so, how do i find them?

i should wash this sweater, just the sleeves, bits of my face are in it

some people cut themselves to have control over something; i just clean my room


originally posted right here.


i am feeling a way that would have seemed incomprehensible not that long ago, dang

it’s weird tbh

i feel like i can imagine feeling this way for a long time

it’s OK

i am tired

i am tired

i am OK

ok ok ok

i only want to communicate with you in japanese emoticons

(。・ω・。)ノ♡   ((((;゜Д゜)))

♡o。.(✿ฺ。 ✿ฺ)    ヽ(●-`Д´-)ノ

(.=^・ェ・^=)     ☆*:.。. o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆

(ღ˘⌣˘ღ) ♫・*:.。. .。.:*・     (*^3^)/~☆


here is a yawn, i am literally yawning for you

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