Isosceles Trapezoidal Tendencies

Walking downtown in the frozen tundra of my consciousness, I blindly move across intersections. I have entered my own personal Dexit with a hole in my heart and wish to remain autonomous inside my soul. No one enters while I repair the drawbridge. Apparently walls are the new orange which was the new black but has now

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Sleep Dep

Woke up today without the usual mental pomp and circumstance due to yet another night at home with the realization that I’m being forced to live on the time schedule of my neighborhood. My apartment ceiling is the exact same surface as the floorboards of my upstairs neighbor who is a big guy and now

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