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I can see there is a chance of hope that slowly fades in you as it does in me. But I’ve known my trajectory for quite some time now and it doesn’t fade as fast as yours. Your dreams were always truly yours, but mine were a mix of others thought out loud. There is a smile that slowly fades from your time-stricken beauty. I have seen the wrinkles come to be, how that brow went low. But I don’t say anything…
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I appreciate you. What? GTFOH
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A few days ago, I was out here scouring the earth for some RAM for my Project EliteDesk… and let me tell you something… It’s a full-on battlefield out there. You got entire armies: From trash to gold, and somehow… 👉 it all still blows. 🪖 Phase 1: Facebook Marketplace (The Wild West) First stop? Local deals. Facebook Marketplace. And GOD DAMN, these dudes really think their: “used, dusty, beat-up RAM sticks” are made of certified diamonds. We’re talking: 👉 $80 for…
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The clock is tickingMy time is nowI think of the pastBut I am no longer bound The flashes come inThe anger risesWhen I think of youI get hot flashes Only this angstIs what keeps me aliveEvery dayJust another reason to survive When I look in the mirrorWho do you think I see? A ghost?A victim?Somebody you wanted me to be? No. It is me.IT IS ME. I was never going to changeWhy would you want that?The reason you loved meShould’ve been because…
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Ai came into our life like it was something out of a Harry Potter book meet Asimov’s bad ass futuristic sci-fi worlds and with time, we learn that it’s all a ploy for the corpos to make more money and no truly invest in innovation. At first it was chatgpt, and it was all fun and games until they nuked it. You could say it was for the better, but was it? Rando convos, weird stuff that made you think Ai was…
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It’s been a while since pop’s decided he was ready to perma-shift into another realm, the ether. Everything slowed down for a bit you know, like during that time (covid) when it felt as if a piece of me was timestamped and yet time continued. The allure, the hopelessness, and oh yeah, when the beauty of perception was at it’s best. Now, things (life) continues but the memory lingers, and not in a bad way. I keep thinking that we didn’t get…
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So even though I pretty much kind of gave up on making shirts, I do make some from time to time for those specialty customers. One of my my co-worker homies likes to do wild stuff like serial killers, funny anti-gov quotes or straight anti-work culture rethoric. So I decided to make another design for him, but I ain’t too sure if he’s going to like it since he can be a little picky bee. Take a gander and let me know…
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I got home from the night shift at 6:25 AM. I committed the gravest mistake a night-owl can make: I’d taken a long nap before work. I laid in bed, but my brain was buzzing. The nefarious lands of nothingness weren’t calling; the yard was. Phase 1: The Bustello Breakdown I fired up the coffee machine, brewed some Bustello, and went ham. My lawn had been looking like a post-apocalyptic Arby’s parking lot for two weeks. I tilled until my hands hurt.…
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You ever look back at when you were a kid and think, Man, life was a damn fairytale? At 12, I thought the world was all magic and cool shit, no matter how much weird stuff happened around me. But hey, that’s the thing about childhood: we didn’t know what we didn’t know. We didn’t care about the chaos; we just vibed, clicked, and lived in those small, golden moments. I remember one morning I woke up super early, ready to catch…
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Quisiera no haber vivido en este mundo de error, Donde el mundo gira a mi alrededor Y los colores siempre en ardor. Amores míos, errores tuyos… Pienso que las luces nunca brillaron por mi.Por eso cada quien lo suyo. Escucho mi corazon palpitar Pero en este mundo gris En el no tengo razon por vivir… Un abrazo, un beso, Todo lo que sueño, Todo mi deseo.Pero el alba ya viene, Y el gris se va a ir, Porque si el mundo no…
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You are thirteen years old. By then, science has already exhausted its miracles. Faster engines, cleaner bombs, quieter machines. The magazines say there’s nothing left to discover—only refine. Interspatial travel is next. Everyone agrees. They talk about it the way they talk about highways: inevitable, useful, dull. Your life is good. Your parents love you. They give you everything you need. Lunches wrapped neatly in wax paper, reminders to look both ways before crossing the street, goodnight kisses before the light goes…
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Edgar felt a deep, elongated, sharp pain cut into his left side, just beneath his ribs. He exhaled slowly, carefully, afraid that a deeper breath would make it worse. His legs gave out and he sat against the concrete slab holding up the lamp post. The light barely pushed back the dark. Beyond its edge, there was nothing—no shapes, no movement—just the certainty that something was out there, watching him. He tilted his head downward, eyes half‑closed, looking like he was on…
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You reminded me back when I was a kid.I would look at the clock, and hear the bell ring.This time though, you said itWhen I looked at the clock it was 3:14 Only thirty minutes had passedYet I could swear I had been here 3 lifetimes alreadyStuck in the head, or maybe in the drainWhat will happen now?It’s not like anything good ever comes anywayJust another moment I have to bleedOne more tear drop, one more dream deadReminds me when I found…
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Hablé con la esencia del futuro,me dijo que lo mío era absurdo.Y me lo creí, con el pecho duro,mientras el ayer se ponía más oscuro.Lágrimas invaden, el dolor se impone,el olvido es joven, no hay quien lo perdone.Cuando veo al sol, el ayer me consume,y en el atardecer, mi mente se hunde.Cuando cae el sol, al fin soy libre,veo bailar la luna, en un alto calibre.¿Qué pensará mi padre de este desorden?No tengo a nadie que me dé una orden.Quizás al verte…
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1. The Architect of Indifference The Creator isn’t a “Good Father” or a “Bad Villain.” He is The All Equals. He designed the light, the demons, and the fallen angels as functional parts of the same engine. He adores us from the sidelines, but He isn’t here to fix our “booms.” He’s here to watch the data. The smog, the hunger, and the “Why Not?” are the environmental constraints of a perfect, albeit brutal, design. 2. Life as the Sentence If the…
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Inspired by Bluebird There’s a small child inside mewho still wants to be free. But I keep him locked up,far from the world outside. He used to laugh,used to waste whole days smiling,but now he curls in cornersand cries into the dark. Sometimes I talk to him,tell him storiesjust to keep him company. He listens.He even smilesbefore the gloom crawls back over him. He whispers for my attention,but I rarely give it.I tell him life has beauty,but how would he know?I never…
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Call came through workYou better get herePops is about to goI am losing my shit100 mphI come to the gateSo peacefulDied without painWhat does it even matter?What’s life to gain? Pops went.
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Death — it comes for all of us.Somehow, that reality slips past our minds on most days, almost as if we’ve agreed not to look directly at it. And yet, every so often, life drops small reminders in our path. A moment of silence. A strange feeling in the chest. News about someone you knew. A memory resurfacing out of nowhere.Little hints. Quiet taps on the shoulder. It’s only when you start noticing those hints that they begin to multiply.Not in a…
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Another Valentine’s Day.A magical time when couples rekindle their love, buy each other flowers, or — let’s be real — some folks end up with unwanted STDs they’ll be Googling symptoms for by Monday. But behind all that pink glitter and commercial love, nobody talks about the darker side of today: the blue balls, the depression, and that strangely peaceful feeling of drinking an 18‑pack alone in your boxers while YouTube decides what heartbreak song you need next. For me?It means clocking…
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So many friends, coworkers, and possible haters told me I should do my own laminate work. Fuck that. And it all started with my mom telling me, “mijo, you should remove that nasty pink carpet and get tile in your house.” I knew the carpet was trash, dirty, and plain nasty as hell. I had to go and rent a carpet cleaner to keep it clean every time my 10 kamikaze nieces and nephews would come visit me… But at first it…
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