Today I had a conversation with a Jamaican man about how I look like his sister and that I should have been born in Jamaica. he then went on to tell me that i am "true blooded".
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The Rainforest in the Rose
The moon shielded me from the sun;
an eclipse of expectation-
and the white clock
cast a shadow
on the fields of fate.
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- and over and over and over it goes.
- numba 1
- weird.
- F.L.A
- AHHHHHH.
- i also dont like listening to the soap queen bash ...
- revolution.
- fo sho.
- true blood
- paint.me
- an intense night.
- the forever boyfriend
- Nike.
- "would you like some vegan cookies?"
- boulder to oakland
- poops
- side with the seeds.
- kapoops.
- a little R&R.
- Come back.
- the soaps.
- squatter.
- everyones doing it.
- gosh.
- Epic Battle.
- I miss Maura.
- summer.
- success!
- Things.
- why not.
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September Rain
My heart broke down,
stuck on the rails
as a train roared towards me
like a series of rolling storms;
one by one, dominoes tumbled
as storage cars passed,
slaughtering my soul
while the earth rumbled
& my spirit fumbled.