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Aug 8, 2022

X (noun)

I think my general lack of satisfaction and discomfort from life is the sporadic yet frequent reminders that I will never reach the fullest depths of creativity possible by human kind, and that I create nothing of significance. I always knew from a young age that I would likely die…

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X (noun)
X (noun)

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Aug 8, 2022

There’s something quite beautiful about losing your mind.

It’s similar to floating aimlessly in outer space I imagine. You’re able to see the vastness of the universe, in all its beauty and in the biblical sense-awesomeness. You’re weightless, unconstrained by the pressures of the world and in this vast formless external presence. Yet you’re also able to see the chaos and impermanence of the universe. For this feeling I like to use the physics definition of chaos: the formless matter supposed to have existed before the creation of the universe. Within that definition you have the dichotomy of chaos and beautiful creation. You’re able to view the ebbs and flows of the universe and life and form in motion.

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There’s something quite beautiful about losing your mind.
There’s something quite beautiful about losing your mind.

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Nov 9, 2021

little yellow waiting room with drop ceilings

a poem on being an autistic adult — little yellow waiting room with drop ceilings piss soaked socks with rubber pads underneath toilets caked in shit and blood behind a tiny curtain cover piercing fluorescent lights and a cold metal door, holding an inescapable room behind an unfinished world I met a person named Brianna, a transgender homeless…

Autism

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little yellow waiting room with drop ceilings
little yellow waiting room with drop ceilings
Autism

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Jun 21, 2021

Lady of the Rats

(or my foray through the subway system) — What exactly does this rat want from me? I see his hesitancy in approaching the bench. Running, coming to a full stop, and sprinting in the other direction. Maybe he senses some sort of compassion or understanding from me. Maybe he’s having an experience similar to catching someone’s eye in…

NYC

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Lady of the Rats
Lady of the Rats
NYC

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May 25, 2021

Xen(a)

five short poems on Zen — The Cliff Earth opens and purifies itself in the sea The void carries air down, detaching it from formations But I stay, letting the world flow through me At the bus stop My thoughts consume me. Low murmuring, the smell of gasoline and everyone plugged in, waiting in private bubbles. …

Poetry

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Xen(a)
Xen(a)
Poetry

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