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I love when we get rain in this little dust bowl on the western edge of West Texas, a place the city natives can’t leave and the non-natives can’t wait to escape. Like I tell my homies, the only time we get real rain is when something terrible happens and people end up paying the…
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Years and years of life’s shitty lessons piling up like trash in a back alley, all supposedly designed to make you tougher, sharper, wiser. Instead of becoming some polished warrior, you chose instant‑noodle death. That was me, god damn NUT CRACKER. Quick collapse. Quick surrender. Quick rot. Come get some! But don’t downgrade it. My…
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So while I was driving to work, Run the Jewels was playing, and I heard the infamous “bag of dicks” line. Immediately, my brain started going crazy. A week ago, I wanted to write this piece, but I felt like I’d already written too many rants about life sucking ass and luck being a total…
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So I applied to a full time supervisor gig to a fucken mediocre position, and yo, before you judge me and start hitting me with, “how do you know it’s mediocre,” well I am an acting supervisor for it. Sup leaves, and I think, mmmmm tasty opportunity, but my soul warns me, this is gay.…
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Hey you fucken asshole, you gonna feed me or keep crying about your EX? I tell you guys that my doggo has no chill. So many years that I spent being chill with him, talking to him, giving him rubs, and throwing the toy for his satisfaction and the first day he gets the ability…
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Dating over 40 hits different. And not in a good way. I don’t know if it’s me or… wait, no — it is me. Dating after 40 just sucks ass. Some days I feel like I should give up and embrace the hermit life. I open a dating app just to “see what’s out there,”…
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Eat shit, Fight the shin tzu dog treat Got no time for your bullshit Fucken leechy ass tit Eat dirt and revive Plant the seeds for the future divide Lesson lost in time Big booty hoes a natural divine Spit rust when you speak, ’cause your truth’s always antique. You old as twit Tell me…
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Resonate the bells of war, stand up and fight. Don’t let your dreams wander too far, for the wicked come to defile the altar. The echo still moves, and the silence never won. The ghost still rises, for the past that was never done. Rise with the quiet flame, the one that burns without smoke.…
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Ayer murió, ayer fugó. Solo queda lo anterior. Memorias surdas, recuerdos justos, lo que el presente olvidó. ¿Habrá lluvia hoy? ¿O saldrá el sol? Pienso que ella siempre amó un simple NO. El fantasma ya se fue. Ni se despidió. Solo dijo que no le gustó el pretender… Y yo nomás quedé ahí, con el…
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