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A Real Life Tragedy

My dad committed suicide. It was a pity to watch. I was 6. I saw him put into his ass a rattlesnake tip. Then he aggravated the snake so it would rattle its tail, which vibrated in my dad’s asshole. But in the midst of his enjoyment, the rattlesnake turned around, it had a little muzzle on, but it fell off, right then it bit my dad in the asscheek and then one more time in the ankle. I ran out the front door when that happened. I still feel bad about it because I didn’t get help when that happened. When my mom came home she asked me what happened, I said my dad committed suicide. And that was real sad. 😦

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A Day In June

I put my shoes on, I get my groove on
I listen to a smooth song
Across the street is an old lady cutting out coupons
UBI, baby. I told her the other day while walking past
She said, what is that
Look it up, I told her

I saw a skateboarder, he did a kickflip
On a porch was a young woman applying lipstick
I wonder where she’s going, I thought
You going on a date?, I asked
No. I just like looking good
Fair enough, I said.

Now I head to the forest, where I’ll be spending my day
I’m gonna soak in nature
And come up with new nomenclature

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Joel’s Soliloquy

“Gee, I wonder what happened to Noel. I wasn’t actchly gunna make his ass walk off the plank. I was gunna bring his ass back soon as buddy ass reached the edge. Hmm. Hella strange, them pirates. Stanford, huh? I don’t know much about no Stanford. They football team was good last year, that’s all I know. Hmm…Stanford…What they want wit Noel? He ‘ont look like he can play no football.”

Joel faced the ocean. The Ocean Pacific. By default it faced back. “But it shore do look like any other fuckin ocean,” he reminded himself.

Hmm…Oh God,

i sailed the sea
so many days
So many Waves
I’ve witnessed flow
The Waves they come
And they only go
Whence they crash upon
My wee-bit boat
Damn you, Waves
And all your might
My name’s Joel
And I sail all night

Joel’s mind was clear. He extended his arms and felt the wind tickle his armpits. He felt good, he felt amazing, he felt like his body was wind.

No thought could penetrate. His mind was like a vase with no bottom. No stimulus poured into it could be retained. He thought nothing, but felt good. He felt good, but thought nothing. His eyes closed, his soul open. The temperature, the overcast, it trickled a little. It felt so amazing. On his skin, the wind, the droplets, the movement of the boat broke no stride. It was the ultimate ride, true.

Joel’s Mama walked onto the deck.

“Joel, shutchyo dumbass up!”

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