Tag: poetry
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What the poop-hold is happening, all you hoity-toity folks who refuse to use the public bathroom and treat shitting in a toilet like an extreme fucking sport and keep your asshole clenched through sheer force of will, all the while chanting “You…shall not…PASS!” with gritted teeth and a trembling, sweat-coated face until your body gives…
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Musings
Perhaps we are born with internal guidance–a compass that transcends external metrics, that can guide us through societal standards, and let us know when to conform or diverge. Perhaps fulfillment isn’t dependent on chasing metric after metric, checking off box after box, and is more a function of conscious allowance: settling into the present moment,…
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You know when you’re driving and you gotta jerk it so bad you just whip it out and start beating meat like there’s no tomorrow, but you’re also craving the ball-cupping so you start juggling your scrote with your other hand which means you gotta steer the car by biting down on the wheel, the…
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Musings
Many seem intent on condemning themselves, even though they’re with that same self every hour of every day; through ingestion, excretion, every second of sleep, and in other private moments. No one but you sees the entirety of your existence, from mundane to profound to exciting to routine. I’d rather not spend energy beating myself…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the anal tickle is happening, all you folks straddling the line between sexual adventurer and no-butt-stuff hardliner who now feel a pinkie-tip in the center of your dirt star, your partner raises an eyebrow, wordlessly asking you the crucial question, you decide what the fuck, why the hell not, you chomp down on a…
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Musings
My view of abundance is that it isn’t just about resources and time, but an abundance of possibility–I believe good can become bad, but more importantly, that bad can become good. Practically, that boils down to staying present and open, so my creativity, imagination, and spontaneous inspiration can sync with my perception and plans. Instead…
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What the Dracula Dick is happening, all you broody handsome mofos who manage to honey-dick legions of folks with your broody handsome sexiness, only to be interrupted by a run-down Chuck Norris who’s desperate for attention and subsequently breaks into sobs while pumping out naked bicep curls, then switches to slugging a heavy bag while…
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Musings
I used to put great weight in originality, until I realized everything is original by default. (Even if there’s seemingly a repetitive event, nothing has occurred in the exact same universal configuration of particles and energy). So i shifted focus to whether something felt personally engaging–whether its tone and delivery sparked inspiration and resonance. Who…
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Give my books a read and a review!
What the beast-jerk is happening, all you meat-slingers getting bizzy with your dickskinners (or as some might call them: hands), and unleashing all manners of howls and grunts (come on—you know it feels better when you’re being loud) only to have your neighbors kick in the door because they’re afraid you’re being attacked by a…
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Musings
How much do I want to loathe and condemn, in search of an abstract promised land that hides behind unending problems, supposedly deserving of my unending hate? I hope not as much as I want to be present, and framing our transient and mysterious existence as adventure, opportunity, and healthy engagement with growth and challenge.…
Kent Wayne 