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Sleepy
A stupid poem: sleepy sleepy sleepy sleepy sleepy sleepy sleepy sleepy sleepy do not repeat when sleepy…
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Hitting a Wall
sometimes I feel like I'm hitting a wall repeatedly hard riggedly unfair I bounce my head almost a compulsion but compulsion is inert not an inertia towards an object but mostly a subject the distance between air and the wall creates a gap where the head exists a…
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NYC Marathon 2022
Fundraising Snippet that I wrote in December 2021 I started running when I was 15. My high school - Miss Porter's - required each of us to fulfill a sport's participation. I sucked at sports that involve a ball, so Cross Country was the last option.…
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Utah
I went camping for a week in Utah. On the first night, I sent my mom a photo of the sky scattered with stars. I have never seen anything like it - a thin cloudy strip brushed across the sky. My mom asked: what did you learn? I said I…
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Post Realism Extraction
A random nonsensical fictional diary, because post realism is rooted in realism. VIII I, MMXXII Sometimes I sit in the office and imagine my feet stuck in a swamp. Sticky, dirty, ugly. I enjoy the dusty molecules intertwining with my skin, a strangulation I cannot get out. Only when feet…