wow...

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I believe in none of my thoughts
because none of my thoughts believe in me.
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Isn't it ironic... How we search for truth, for power.
and upon discovering them, realise the futility of both. The paradox of wisdom.

oh thank you

So, aside from writing, music, and enslaving the general populace in platonic mystery crushes, what are you into?

I really like the two-poems-in-one mode; the tone, the flow, and especially the transition, are all done quite well enough to make it work, no questions asked about one belonging with the other or not. The line, "waiting for just the right moment/to lie down/underneath a car or beside/the tender pavement", made me hum--you know, that "I just ate some sweet sweet chocolate" hum. It has a very weighty morbid-but-maybe-not appeal to me. The whole thing is such a clear but fleeting glimpse of these relationships (whatever they are/were: that it is not obvious/revealed, I very much like), just dreamy little feelings which could be made whole poems on their own. "Hush, hummingbird, sweet at heart" is so archaic and dear, just perfect. The last lines, dear me, dear you, .

Sorry I don't have anything constructive or useful to remark upon. I'm wearing thin of the lack of critical feedback here, so therefore making special effort to provide it; and I even recognize that this could probably be a little tweaked somehow or another; but C, frankly, it's wonderful'd me dumb.

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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.

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I believe in none of my thoughts
because none of my thoughts believe in me.
--
Isn't it ironic... How we search for truth, for power.
and upon discovering them, realise the futility of both. The paradox of wisdom.

"hush, hummingbird"

this caught my heart.thanks

There's beautiful stuff in here, but the format and punctuation made it a little difficult for me to follow, particularly the transition in the middle.

I especially liked,

beside/the tender pavement,

and the last 13 lines.

~M

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You are the circus, I am the freak. [link]

that first line...... where did you get all this information from?
why have your comments recently been making me want to shout "hey" and throw something at you?
(like a magazine or a pen. not something that would really hurt you.)
thank you for making me laugh.
by the way three friends and I have been shooting a video for drive. it was great fun.

Well, in all fairness, I only have personal experience to go on, and glimpses here and there of other reactions to your work and general sweetheartery. I can only assume you want to silence the truth with these projectile magazines & pens, but respect & understanding of the necessity of honesty keeps you from throwing anything more harmful.

: )

Aha! lookin' good; a video even, very cool!

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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.

sweetheartery???!!!!
good heavens.
yeah well here in switzerland we throw things at people when they say something about you and on the one hand you want to deny it fervently but on the other you know how right they are and you love them for being so clever.