The standard reward

It’s not the nights spent in taverns outside of the town or the days spent in wasting my time nor the Vodka and limes I have drunk with those fine friends of mine to tell you the truth I’m not sure if it matters the hours roll on to the days and they’re gone and…

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Tunnels

Things that I missed, like the warriors eyes in the pacifist or the Sequoia in the standing of a child. Seldom as it seems unlike recurring dreams that I know by heart, I miss the most patently obvious, while being blatantly oblivious to the world about me. see what I see and it is not…

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The buffalo hunter

Remember that look? the one that said ‘up yours’ and ‘fuck you’ I do. I carry that look in a Filofax in case of panic attacks, in a mirror at home I look again at the look and remember what it took to give it. Nothing is thrown out or given away especially that look,…

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