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BEFORE Years ago life was always about:“This is who I am.”“I try and I always fail.”“Why try when we all die?”I wore those words like chains.I patched the broken links.Tightened the noose.Maintained the prison.Called it destiny. TONIGHT But tonight it is about:“Why am I still carrying this?”“Why do I keep asking the same questions?”The ex.The depression.The old hurts.The generational baggage.The self-destructive habits.I am done celebrating them.Done polishing them.Done confusing them for wisdom.These are no longer things to worship.They are things to evaluate.Things…
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Sometimes I feel like we’re all made from the same cookie cutter. Maybe there’s some faint trace of a hive mind buried somewhere inside us. Then again, when I look at the world, I see people who are so different, so divided, that I wonder if we’ll ever unite enough to become a Type I civilization, let alone a Type II. That thought crossed my mind today during something completely ordinary. I didn’t make lunch for work, so I stopped at Subway…
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A part of this, a part of that Lonely on my keyboard I depart Thoughts always invade my mind I breathe, I die inside while alive Memories come and take away Joy and feelings of the day The house feels like a museum of things I’m trying to fix, but the cracks are all inside. Four years gone and I’m still navigating the ghost of it, while the walls at home close in—arguments with my mom, the silence where my old man…
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Drifting in the rain, The cold is honest—no more pain. I look to the sky, feel alive again. My feet are lead, My heart’s misfiring, My past is a ghost, still conspiring. No one hears the crying, The silence feels like dying. But one more time, let me fall. I didn’t intend it this way. I was already hurting before the end. I sought you out, expecting to be healed, Forgetting that you, too, were fading. We all have lost, And gained…
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The world is a relentless salesman, peddling the “more”—more coin in the pocket, more titles on the door, more noise to drown out the ringing in your ears. It tells you that if you just swallow enough, if you consume the horizon, you’ll finally be full. So you feast. You take it all in until you are brimming with the weight of it, only to find yourself retching it back up, right where you started. You’re still sitting there, the same man…
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I met you in the raw—no place for lies that time.It was the gravitas, the maybes that pulled me in,but it was the final “fuck you too” that tore us apart. You hated that I found myself in the bottle,yet you never really found yourself at all.We both drifted like sea trash,clutching at whatever wreckage passed close enough to call home. Be it the sea, the sun, or the salt—we’ll meet againin this vast ocean of opportunity. And when it happens, I…
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Woke up like a wet tissue—used, abused, and chewed up by allergy season. Eyes tearing up, not from grief, just from not sleeping right. I had the plan. I was going to training, head home, and prime the soffit. The vision was immaculate. I was ready to pull a “Not Today, Satan” on the whole project. But then I’m driving Pop’s truck, and it hits me—not like a memory, but like a Jaguar hunting for chicken soup. It blindsided me, jefito is…
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I’m not sure when it happened, but it came like a breeze. From one era to the next, I stopped doing a lot of the things I used to love. I don’t know if I let outside forces influence me, or if it was always me—the one who slowly let go. I remember buying a Canon camera from a coworker because I loved taking pictures with my S22. It had a decent camera and features that let me capture some amazing shots,…
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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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