Sep 9, 2024
GUYS PLEASE SEND REQUESTS IM GOING MAD RN MY EX BSF TEXTED AND ITS TAKING EVERYTHING IN ME NOT TO RESPOND SOMEONE DISTRACT ME
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GUYS PLEASE SEND REQUESTS IM GOING MAD RN MY EX BSF TEXTED AND ITS TAKING EVERYTHING IN ME NOT TO RESPOND SOMEONE DISTRACT ME
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Never forget the ocean. Even in the most landlocked of deserts its veins run thick. Its blood is not only the blood of every plant and animal, but also that of every human and every wet breath you take. Most importantly, to forget the ocean is a grave injustice to Earth's most formidable organism.
You may assume we're parasites of the ocean, flushing it with poisons and stealing its blood, but there is not an inch of water that has yet to taste flesh. Everything returns to the ocean, so do not forget it.
Samih al-Qasim, from "The Tent Generations | Palestinian Poets", edited and translated by Mohammed Sawaie, Banipal Books, 2022
♩♪♩♬ ♬♩♪♩ I hope you're somewhere now Where I can't pull you back into me You'll be happy but I wonder how You'll be safe out of reach I keep hiding my expression not to give you the wrong impression but the cracks in the ceilings I feel it caving in
You don't seem to believe That I can write as good as you you had this thing where you didn't hear me when I asked you for the truth Someday you'll come back to me and I'll be smart enough to choose I'll be hidden and say I'm real busy 'cause I don't want to lose myself again I'll miss you But I'm missing the old me too
I run my hands through my long hair it's grown back since you left Painfully I regret snipping those long black strands But what can I do? I should've let my body grow instead of appeasing the big ego in your little head Now that's what I should've said.
I've let you go now I feel the control swelling in the palm of my hand This doesn't seem too bad Fighting the feeling of wanting to hold your hand but now I understand the cracks in the ceiling meant I shouldn't, I wouldn't, I can't.
Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones — : These Hands If Not Gods
[Text ID: “In Florence I saw the hand of David first--the statue the body of David I saw second.
Like the way Athena was born from the axed-open head of Zeus, David’s body must have escaped from this soft marble hand.
Michelangelo’s hand again and again upon the hand of David--: the bend of his fingers and his own smooth veins.
The hand giving birth to the hand.”]
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Serendipity.
gimme gimme monthly stimmies
be they thousands or just pennies
spend what cash you taxed us for
to help me out cuz bitch i’m poor
stimmies, stimmies, give them soon!
you stupid, useless, old buffoons
but there’s no stimmy in my purse
and so on congress i place a curse
that those who deny me a stimulus check
shall slip on banana peels and snap their necks