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Dear somebody,
I wish some bullshit cards could tell me my future. I deserve it because I already paid that lady sixty bucks to draw them out of a stacked deck. I googled my horoscope, his horoscope, and my shitty neighbor’s horoscope but those internet crapshoots can’t tell me crap. I used to write the horoscope for the school newspaper, I literally searched the internet to plagiarize astrology. When I was thirteen, I told someone at a wedding that I wanted to be an astrologer because I didn’t know I had meant to say astronomer. I heard the radio one day that said the President of the United States had a political science degree from some ritzy Ivy League school. When we’re young we all want to be a princess, president, or dictator; now my presidential dreams were crushed because I didn’t know a thing about politics. Never in a million years did I think I’d be a political science major. Guess what? My American Presidency final is this Friday at 8am. Until this year I didn’t fully understand what the Watergate Scandal, and I still don’t know what the VP does other than serve as a backup. God forbid Biden becomes president. Speaking of the Big Man, I haven’t believed him since seventh grade but I still put up a Christmas tree. I don’t know if Festivus will ever catch on, instead of airing my grievances I lead grace. I grieve the old days in which I didn’t understand the world. I still thinking I’m growing up, but I think I’ve arrived at my destination.
Best,
Somebody
I wish some bullshit cards could tell me my future. I deserve it because I already paid that lady sixty bucks to draw them out of a stacked deck. I googled my horoscope, his horoscope, and my shitty neighbor’s horoscope but those internet crapshoots can’t tell me crap. I used to write the horoscope for the school newspaper, I literally searched the internet to plagiarize astrology. When I was thirteen, I told someone at a wedding that I wanted to be an astrologer because I didn’t know I had meant to say astronomer. I heard the radio one day that said the President of the United States had a political science degree from some ritzy Ivy League school. When we’re young we all want to be a princess, president, or dictator; now my presidential dreams were crushed because I didn’t know a thing about politics. Never in a million years did I think I’d be a political science major. Guess what? My American Presidency final is this Friday at 8am. Until this year I didn’t fully understand what the Watergate Scandal, and I still don’t know what the VP does other than serve as a backup. God forbid Biden becomes president. Speaking of the Big Man, I haven’t believed him since seventh grade but I still put up a Christmas tree. I don’t know if Festivus will ever catch on, instead of airing my grievances I lead grace. I grieve the old days in which I didn’t understand the world. I still thinking I’m growing up, but I think I’ve arrived at my destination.
Best,
Somebody
Literature
Tacos
Tacos are a food of creating new things.
The fillings are kindness and a boost of self esteem.
The sauces are sass and compliments.
The wrapped is nights at a sushi restaurant and working together.
Because tacos are the food that create the most beautiful things.
Literature
The Election
The Election
Once in a country not very far away,
An election was coming in a couple of days,
Three candidates with three agendas had set out to run,
The people would choose when the campaigning was done.
Billionaire Donald lived in a tower of gold,
His ego defied logic and his words were so bold,
He intimidated his opponents spewing fear to win,
and promised to make America great again.
Hillary lied at her rallies and acted true blue,
Pantsuit would preach equality as systemic racism grew,
Minorities flocked to her for overdue civil rights,
While her Foundation sold out to other countries every night.
Sweet Bernie cared for the tall and
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
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I have written in forever. Please feel free to share your wacky journey. This was written in literally five minutes so it probably reads like a first grader wrote it. Have mercy.
This is also a free conscious flow of thoughts. some drivel for your day.
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Interesting, though sad. We all feel a little misplaced in our lives at times, though. This is life.
Good luck with your final!