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Farm

Uncomforable
Victories phyrric

Position is calm
Until it isn’t

When bearings fly
By automatic fire

Running through mud
And plastic

With boots and
Cleet

It’s tense and
Bleak

Surrounded
With no retreat

Then silence
Falls

Muscles relax
And we speedload

What time we have
We can’t be sure

Waiting or
Flanking

Crouched and
Listening

For a footstep
By the opposition

Quietly
Uncomfortably

Our gear is
Heavy

Movement is
Slow

Right now it’s
Still

And tense
Covered yet clear

Our position is calm
But it wo...

A Proper Adult – Journal 4/26/17

Yesterday I woke up early and acted like an adult for once. How often is it that I, a 19 year old in Washington state, get out and get to do things I might want to do? Not often, it turns out! Got out, went to a coffee spot for what they call a sunrise (literally a can of Full Throttle energy drink poured in a cup and then mixed with a flavoring syrup), and then popped by an old mentor’s place of work to check up on him and make some damn art! Then I went to my advanced writing classes to go...

Twenty Teeth

It’s a
Washed up
Lever locking
Skeletal
Mechanism

Bent at the teeth
And thick
Along its shape

What it opened:
Worth little
In comparison

To the value
Of a symbol
Of what it’d
Seen

What acts it
Had to play

And who held it
To lock and unlock
Something
To somewhere
In what scene

It holds
Those scenes
Culturally

A lost, beached
Ashore,
Lever lock,
Master,
Skeleton key

And a wrought-iron,
Unlocking jaw

With twenty teeth

Filed under: February Era (III)

Owen Beach 2017

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/4.5; 1/4000; ISO-400; 18mm

Filed under: Images

McKenna

McKenna

I think that’s how
Your name is spelled

I knew you as a clone
A reminder
Of someone I once knew

Yet there were subtle
Differences

Your hair was blue
The original’s was red

I wanted to go on a date
With you

Mustered the courage
To go up and ask

I was truly
Smitten

But

I tried to ask
To get to know you

And don’t know where you went
After you shot me down

Filed under: February Era (III)

Music in the Car

My music’s not for you
As I roll my window down
And turn the volume up
I don’t want to hear you
Whining while I’m happy
While I’m driving

My music’s not meant
For you

Filed under: February Era (III)

Disc Fruit

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5; 1/1000; ISO-400; 41mm

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Miserable Witch

I’m a bitch
I’m a lich
Or a miserable
Witch

Existential
Spiritual
Malicious
Little bitch

Who’s got a twitch
In the wrist
Who can curse you
If I wish

With a stroke
Of my hand

Yes I can
Though it isn’t
Really magic

You wouldn’t
Understand

‘Cause I’m a bitch
I’m a lich
Or a miserable
Witch

Bubbling boil
Toil
And trouble

I put my soul
In something else
And let it go cold

Fuck you regardless
Of a spell
Or my wish

Whatever I
Want goes off
Without a hitch

It must be easy
To demonstrate like this

‘Ca...

Association Nation – Journal 4/22/17

Songs are a pretty damn powerful thing to me. You’ve no doubt noticed how I point out some of my favorite artist, Xilent’s work on my journal pretty often, so here’s why I do that.

I moved to Washington in December of 2012 at the ripe age of 15. By that point I had very little to busy myself on a car ride, and even back then music was incredibly important to me. So there I went, listening, listening, to electronic of all kinds. I had recently seen a video where someone made a montage of Roost...

To My Left

I almost wanted
To take a picture

Of you

Wanted to ask
But I thought
It might be rude

Filed under: February Era (III)