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intro: TUNNEL⚫️VISION
pt 1. The Tunneling
pt 2. bites of the gangland
pt 3. the abattoir of wolves
pt 4. Skin-side down
pt 5. Franklin and The Bog Bodies
pt 6. The Unassailable Skin
pt 7. Pontifications And All The Uncertain Aspects of Being Young and Reckless
pt 8. Pronto, Pronto
pt 9. The Shedding of The Skin
pt 10. Hustlers Never Die
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Why should I let the shallow people get me down?
Painted people with the painted sceneries of and in faces are cool!
Cool, I guess. I test torrential; a land-dweller who owns no land,
Owns only garbage. But see, but see, I.
Know that I am Ethan Lesley CC, rethreader of lovers,
Poet from the wild, the very embodiment
Of mental anarchy! Of mental anguish
From years of agony. So, then, tell me, tell me,
Do I know you? Do we know you? Just tell me,
Bet, and test me to it. Tell me again
About just who in the seven hells are you?
Become, I promise thee, fellow land-dweller
Who probably o ...Read more
The landscape of Inferno has gotten only more beautiful by the day.
Drink! Drink for me, all you debauched souls. Non-committal and slovenly,
I am always looking for something to decipher by the altar of the Great Psychosis.
Pitstop Lover, I have lear'ned of your voluminous heart-kills:
The unreported unverifiables of Puerto Bolivar; your ricochets of ricotta;
The dendrological notes of the world's augmentors, and propellants;
The banished boy from Tulsa
Looking, staggering, resonating amongst the stagings of your ex's Ashkenazi hindsight;
Your practice as a Jina… They are all of me ...Read more
IT'S TIME TO RETIRE 'HEARTBREAKER' AS A COMPLIMENT.
something-something-onething in Latin; something-something-then-someplace Maria;
I have been hearing the latest neighbor mumbling by the wall with some new prayer; (well, at least
new to me, but aged to the rest of the world)– how I missed the smell of Sue and Carlos
and the incense they lit unironically every Friday; how I missed Julian playing the guitar,
and Maricel banging the door everytime she cheated on the lonesome musician wannabe;
how I missed Tennis, Ember, Wheels, Lori, and all the other crazies I planned on writing about; ...Read more
I.
The Descent to Hell is easy. It is the re-rising unscathed that requires a feat.
The feet that knows no winning and neither defeat that is for now is lying.
They have not known everything. They have not known nothing.
Oneiroi– eaters of realities– on their tables, on their feasts, I have dined. I have inched
Towards the black door. Royal, I have kept my innards focusedly suppressed with my fists
Like a track-list of killing under the banished tree. (The banshee will wail for me! Royally wail!)
The fusses and the sophistry are decked. (The banshee will wail for me! Bum me and you ...Read more
The only thing that matters now is the dauntless efforts of my recalibrations. My tunnel vision
Blinding me matters, to me, much. Consume me. Blind me some more. I have no other wish
But to wish the retread fruits joy. The sides are darker. I dim them like everybody else
Is dimmed and damned. And, now
I soak my skin in some blueberry juice and moonlight. I want
To be one of the best parts of my man and my momma. I want
To learn to love and create until the world bleeds my name and
No stratosphere is there to hold me back from exuding that
Prowess and power bleeds benefit with it, maps ...Read more
Anarchy of the mind.
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