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goodnight and good luck to you all

so it turns out Madonna and diet cola have something in common | hospitalization | whoever could have guessed aspartame was a probable carcinogen it’s not as if everything we digest is a replica it’s not as if the fashion on TikTok is its own Matryoshka one after one
                        in on top around
                 ɐ ǝpᴉsuᴉ uʍop ǝpᴉsdn
          filter
     Now add music
                call it intragalactic laughing gas

                _{[don’t breathe the burnt plastic
        on the east coast stay inside wear your
  mask ^{don’t ask don’t ask don’t ask}]}

–LM

between 12 and 18 degrees

what I would not give to be frizzed & charcoal’d in the header pages of history
this newborn-reborn symbolist movement hanging in limbo like the moon &
strained fingers reaching for shreds of Arthur Rimbaud if only to satisfy this twilight-time of you
    however my taste for black licorice
                               might be bone dry ____

                  the sugarcube still moistens my lips to say without fail, you were wrong:

       I cannot pry this matrix from my eyes
                 it stares back
                 it glares back

–LM

time sensitive

my address is N0where my city hasn’t been built but were I to phone home it would be caustic from bridges I’ve burnt to a crisp never quite knowing which way is up Mom says I’m playing Russian roulette all I know is I can’t take a deep breath without this pain in my chest I think I’m in for it now

        maybe if I spit I’ll know which way to dig
   backdated postage marked urgent

–LM

this little love story was a hit

unlikely heroes sing lullabies
   they don’t repeat

   then change the world
                    everyday
           without filming proof

         they appear in a blink
  & 
disappear just as fast

make room

–LM

unconditional love sounds like

I’m not in California dreaming
  of what you’ll think because
      I can already imagine

  this is what always happens
  I think you know I’m used to it

      & so I blocked your number rather than


–LM

tunes:

from the bullshit

the first thing I want to say
   is everything the bad guys do
     has an expiration date __________

                  & the last thing
           is our free will
                  is representative of our
        need to
               bounce 
                            back

–LM

third degree burns on my parasol

a billionaire submerged
   with the same iceburg’s chance in hell
  he would ever re-emerge
                     _{[ I think I can empathize
                                                somehow ]}

         in this Tyler Durden millennium
     we’re driving our smartphones
                       twenty-five gigabytes an hour
          scouring the interstate
                    for signs of life in a picnic area

–LM

primping my funeral attire

in a world with victimizers playing the victim passing Titanics like an offgrid ship I thought I was used to when Was was trending settling in to homelessness & managing medication gets better with practice or better the absence of it I am running into unskippable moments one after another after as if these cutscenes were permanent & then I temporarily question starting a new game but usually

      things work themselves out if you continue to play
        & maybe next time there’ll be a better path some people are not meant to survive your story

         you’ll see we’re nowhere near the end I know it feels like it

–LM