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a wikipedia poem on software entropy

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and he swaddles like a baby, combing our bodies together, fingers interlocked until we fit like a glove and still I’m lonely.

and as these minutes turn to years it’s all bubbling and clawing and lost and another tearful goodbye under my belt, begging for just one more minute of my exhaustion for it to all to make sense.

and i stood just as alone with as without, down by ellecott reading poetry and dead peoples diaries and playing games about flesh until i hear the birds call me. what is my becoming.

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me. me when a poem says something ive felt before

#real #poetry

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realtalk but when i see dudes on steam or ppl on tumblr talking about how disco elysium made them feel pathetic and uncomfortable i just. i don’t know. i cannot relate to that at all. disco elysium is about an alcoholic amnesiac poet in love with a dying city who loves him back. if i had never been an alcoholic, if i had never been suicidally depressed, maybe i would think the world of disco elysium is a bleak one. but when you know what it’s like to go through that darkness and come out of it again? to fall back in love with a world that almost destroyed you? disco elysium is the most hopeful story imaginable. it sees the world for what it is and holds nothing back, none of the horror, none of the wonder, none of the love…

something about art comforting the disturbed and disturbing the comfortable i dunno

#wahhhhh!!!!! #disco elysium #words #WAHHH!!! #queue

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being born lonely is so fucking suffocating bc you feel like no matter what you do or who you’re with deep down you’re just not palatable to other people. something about you is so inherently other and nothing can ever dispel that. and it haunts you w every social situation you walk into but you just have to be okay w it for the rest of your life

#yeah #loneliness #queue #words #not mine #me

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What am I left with when it all just eats me alive

Will you be there, brightest light in the dark

Soft arms and dark hair call it weakness call it hatred call it anything

Loneliness so big nothing could possibly take its place

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disco elysium grabbing me by the shoulders: "listen, everything is going to end and it's inevitable so do something beautiful while you still have the time. look at the men playing petanque in the bomb crater, look at the guy composing poetry as he imagines being with his wife and kids. there's a woman making dice in the chimney of an old commercial area. those kids are making music inside of a church. paint a wall, sing karaoke, play board games. everything is going to end but in the meantime something beautiful is going to happen. and maybe even the giant bug is real in the end."

#wahhh #disco elysium #words

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ugly putrid animal

this body was never meant for me

grown slop and blackened arteries

split limbs and brazened cacophony

disgust and ruin I need,

a cigarette

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Every time I’m about to go to sleep my brain is like you should kill yourself btw. Like when u wake up just go die

#rants #Luka.txt #like yeah I get them normally thru the day like normal suicidal ideation #but like. #right before I go to bed? #or right after I have a little ‘me time’ w my vibe? rly?

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1 year feels like 4, like 5, 6, like 7

oh, god, I’m not ready for this

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my greatest friends lost to malice

cold and hungry and thin housing when your moms eyes shivered blank and asked if you’ll please stay a girl

we smoke and writhe, ethereal

as someone else touches me hollow, she makes bile taste familiar, I won’t know until years later

~

clawing ripping I miss what we all used to be

fading helpless as this world withers us away

holding, gripping, sobbing into carved up arms and legs and stomach fat “I love you more than anything”

kisses by the river before you depart

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you and I lay in hospital beds months years countries apart, connected, unsure, bloody, battered

I see us 5 years from now

when the acid finally tears through esophagus

our flesh has always been poisonous

no one knows me at your funeral

but I know you,

I know you.

#poetry #mine #my poetry #prose #my poems #creative writing #words #original poem #poetluka #poems #original poems #this is about 2017 #about how ​every emotion I felt was x100 as a teenager lol. #first loves and good friends #queer love I forever miss and hate the same #idk #I feel weird and empty and also longing for this part of time #we’re all adults now. no more mess just pain. #and melancholy

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And in the morning I’ll let the cold take me again

Frigid burns up knobby fingers

The chill of beauty thumps dull through my arteries

Stinging warmth blossoms in the cold dark

Victimhood is just so familiar

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24 years on earth and ive just gotten more and more hollowed out

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And I wished I was a woodland creature

Profound unlabelled hell

Wagging black tongues thin wet hair caked in wasting and away with my disillusion

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thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.

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"Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood. If you nourished your sexual life with all the excitements and adventures which love injects into sensuality, you would be the most potent human being in the world. The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on monotony. Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all of the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine."

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin

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