Draft 3 Draft 2 Digging through landfill with a silver spoon, Somewhere down here is a chunk of the moon, No time to sleep cos I'll find it soon, I'm the luckiest man alive. Wipe off the dirt with the end of my sleeve, Never know what it'll achieve, Feels like I'm holding a great hunk of cheese, I'm the luckiest man …

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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the …

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They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another’s throats. Man hands on misery to man. It …

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Earn interruptions Through attentive listening. Stay silent for free. — ML

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Many masochistic machine musings. Practiced predictions of potential paths. Alone automated art accruing, Hollowed, hallowed, hewn in halves. How to hear harmony in a heart's howl? Attracted against allowed arrangements. Passionate pursuit of perfect power, Mired by modest misstatements. Unify under ultimate umpire; …

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I watched a girl in a sundress kiss another girl on a park bench, and just as the sunlight spilled perfectly onto both of their hair, I thought to myself: "How bravely beautiful it is, that sometimes, the sea wants the city, even when it has been told its entire life it was meant for the shore." — ML

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Bad brain day. How do I make the fog go away? I could go outside, and exercise I could read a book, or find something to cook. I could go back to bed, and stay there until I am dead. — ML

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Is work from home bad? Society is burning, So who fucking cares. — ML

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Voting as Fire Extinguisher by Kyle Tran Myhre When the haunted house catches fire: a moment of indecision. The house was, after all, built on bones, and blood, and bad intentions. Everyone who enters the house feels that overwhelming dread, the evil that perhaps only fire can purge. It's tempting to just let it burn. …

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As a boy, I was happy. I made friends with Saskia, and loved her for a long time. As a boy, I went to school. I collected ladybirds, and bossed my peers around. As a boy, I used my imagination. Saskia, Tara, and I thwarted the plans of the evil, invisible monsters called Men. As a boy, I liked adults. I spent …

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