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							@ -525,6 +525,152 @@ pre { /* DRY who? */
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/blah/2024-05-09.html
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: poetry i wrote while high at work
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we're gonna end up
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the lesbian stereotype:
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two girls "friends with benefits"
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sharing an apartment and a life
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-
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my gloves smell like you
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you forgot to give them back
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and left them in your car
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I won't wash them. is that wack?
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-
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you said my eyes were pretty
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I said yours were too
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your green eyes dilated
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when they met my hazel hue
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-
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one time we kissed in your car
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but then you worried that I'd leave
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because friendships last forever
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but our loves don't last a week
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our lease goes on five years
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and we're sharing a 1-bedroom
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and when the dawn shines in the window
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the light seems to bend towards you
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I
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when the driver raises his hand into the cabin air
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and the thumb is pointed up and index pointed at you
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and one hand is on the wheel the other reaching behind
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but then the pointer jerks up and the driver says boom
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when your pistol's in your holster and your holster's at your hip
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and nobody paid to train you so you fiddle with the piece
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but the gun goes off and there's a bullet in the door
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you know this job won't end without you meeting the polive
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II
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hit & run & come & go & shoot to kill & hit the floor
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& smash & grab & dash & fuck the pigs are here man
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[jan][ali], [o][kama]
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[jan][ali], [o][kute]
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[tan][pali][sina][li][pona]
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[o][tawa][ala]
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I had too much last night (I feel like shit)
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and I'm so dizzy in the morning (yeah, I'm still feeling it)
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the hands on my watch keep making their rounds
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watching me (I woke up wacked out)
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maybe I had too much last night
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water isn't helping my skull feel less tight
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I'm dizzy and unsteady and I keep falling down
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it's my own damn fault I woke up wacked out
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senses wrecked I reckon time is slipping in its place
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every moment lasts forever but my watch says it's so late
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if this is my due reckoning I'm sorry it had to come now
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because I was so fucking high in the sky that I woke up wacked out
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III
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all we are is two old country folks
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in this big ol' city bar downing two rum and cokes
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I'm flirting with you as you flirt with my demise;
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holding my wrist up to your blade while I gaze into your eyes
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IV
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when my blood runs down my arm, babe
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don't you dare waste a drop
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put your red lips up to my crimson vein
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and drain me
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I
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you hate it when I call you baby
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I hate it when you call my phone
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you say it's infantilizing
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I say we should talk when I'm stoned
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II
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when we went to the pub together
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we asked if our warmth would last forever
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but in our hearts didn't last the embers
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why do we go back to this cask to remember
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that
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V
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no, it could never be that easy
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don't even dare to hope
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Spy Vs Spy washed up in Reno
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emo, I put vodka in my cappuccinos
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at the bar
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VI
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and all we are is two old country folks
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in a big old city bar drinking two rum and cokes
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and if I slipped a poison drip, dropped into your draught,
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could you slip a tab into a kiss so I forget you not
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we're in a cloudy parking lot
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looking through the windshield at the twilight
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at the clouds in the parking lot
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X
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in a cloudy parking lot
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snow falling from the sky
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the dusk already fallen
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and the phosphors shedding light
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the smell of freshly fallen
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chills linger in the night
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you pull your arms together
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pretending you don't have moistened eyes
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the silent snow deafens us
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and both our ears so loudly whine
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I trodded thrice and then I turned back
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and I softly asked you why
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/blah/2024-05-08.html
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I should be less heteronormative, cisnormative, and mononormative. It's kind of
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funny that I am sometimes all of these things despite being gay trans and poly.
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Well, my polyamory is complicated; I'd be totally fine dating multiple people
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but don't have the energy to be able to spend on something like that.
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Functionally it's more like nihilamory, like I'm nihilamorous. I've dated
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multiple people before and it kind of sucked but that was on me. I'm rambly
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because I spent the last couple days between high and nearly sober. It's harder
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to doubt whether or not I am gay (I fuck chicks) or "validly" trans (I don't
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give a shit) but I do feel weird calling myself poly when I have the capacity
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to date 0 people right now.
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/blah/2024-05-07.html
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: in the wee hours of the morning...
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I'm in the car with people I know very well on cruise control at 80MPH heading
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to the Denver International Airport to send one of our vessels on its way. I'm
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thoroughly caffeinated and 210 minutes before a shift starts and got blazed
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last night and am still feeling it a littlw bit.
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I got my ClockworkPi uConsole and it is my daily driver. It is a really
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excellent solid piece of hardware, replacing the Aspire One comfortably. It's
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an upgrade in terms of portability, durability, compatibility (USB-C instead of
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barrel jack charging), and especially power consumption. The keyboard is slow
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to use but I can dig out my HHKB for long term typing and the trackball and
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ABXY are very comfortable to use.
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/blah/2024-04-18.html
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First doctor's appointment since 2022 or so, which doesn't seem like a long
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