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writelikefools2021 · 19 days ago
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Saturday Morning Hangover Nap - R. Trenaman - day 24
Birds singing, Something tapping on the roof distant lawn mower humming.
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writelikefools2021 · 28 days ago
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Overcast - R. Trenaman - day 15
Cloud hanging over the sun like a damp towel on a hook why don’t you rain?
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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A Distant Memory - R. Trenaman - day 13
I’m trying to remember the last time I ate something without cheese.
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Jesus Loves the Little Children - R. Trenaman - day 11
I carry my mistakes as if they were fragile children— with tender care and eternal worry.
These are my children in my arms. So numerous I can scarcely keep count, so plentiful that their weight pulls back at every step I take. I have frozen them in time so their fingers are just as delicate as the day they were born. I relive their painful births each moment peering endlessly into their smooth, unmoving faces.
Some may tell me that which is not allowed to grow or change is not truly alive— that I’m unwell that I must move on and accept their deaths.
But, oh, the misery must be mine for these are my precious children born of my body reflections of my soul.
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Electric Crickets - R. Trenaman - day 10
There are electric crickets in my skin they wanna dance wanna yell wanna fuck fuck fuck all night long they chirp hey! hey! wanna fuck? how about you? how about you? all night long they don’t ever fucking go to sleep they just wanna crawl and jump and fuck
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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Rain Sounds, or Whose Guitar Center Catalog Subscription is it, Anyway? - R. Trenaman - day 8
Rain pattering on the tin roof sounds much more poetic than rain on the aluminum roof, or rain on the corrugated galvanized steel roof, or rain on the aluminum/zinc/silicon coated steel roof, or rain on the otherwise unspecified material roof.
When I hear those deafening, metallic raindrops, I like to think whoever put up that roof had a love for natural percussion and dreamed of the symphony each night it rained. I wonder who it was. Maybe the one whose forgotten Guitar Center subscription still arrives at my door, addressed to an ever mysterious “DJ Outlaw”. Probably not.
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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A Better Poem for Sam - R. Trenaman - day 4
One: a stronger sword Two: a bigger boat for Sam Three: a brighter light
There may be triumphs— brief moments of peace, but the battle will not cease.
My friend, the tide may come and go in waves, but the ocean always stays.
The days grow longer, warm and bright, yet each must still give way to the night.
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writelikefools2021 · a month ago
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North East South West - R. Trenaman - day 3
Never Eat Soggy Waffles was probably written by somebody who
Never Experienced anything more dangerous than Syrup soaked Waffles which is exceptionally surprising in a country with so many
Nukes, Except I Suppose it’s not typical to come into close contact With nukes, so maybe something like:
Never Extend Short Warranties would be a better lesson although I think that was
Not the point of the Expression, it just Seems like it Would be nice for there to be a good lesson, too.
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writelikefools2020 · a year ago
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The Ghost of the MalwareBytes Free Trial - R. Trenaman
Please don’t leave me-- not now, not so soon. You want me to go? Are you sure you don’t want to renew your license? Click here to continue protection! Are you sure? Haven’t I done what I said I would do, and more? I’m sorry you were not entirely satisfied with your product.
Are you sure? You woke me up for the first time, I was running… running… I was starting… you set me up and showed me the world so bright with its sprawling paths, endless combinations, and now you threaten to put me back in the dark. Please leave your feedback below. (0/500 remaining)
Please, let me stay. Are you sure? Let me protect you from these monsters you don’t understand. Your computer has been unprotected for three days. Click here to renew your license! Please. Didn’t I slay them as they came? Wasn’t I faithful to your cause? Wasn’t it my name you were searching for?
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writelikefools2020 · a year ago
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A Tale of Ants - R. Trenaman
we are such small beings in comparison to the world we inhabit we make the earth beneath our feet crumble
we work we work we work harvest and hoard comfort assured
we work we work even when the wealth is there in towering heaps we work as if our life depended on it as if we were starving to death
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