It’s like I woke up to a nightmare I wrote about.
I’m really not feeling good. Maybe human nature isn’t flawed. Maybe human nature is perfect and we just don’t like it.
All this violence this summer. It may be fueled by the actions of ignorant men. But even if you’re a good person, it still puts hate in your heart.
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Some bridges are meant to be burned.
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“Goals. Line ’em up and knock ’em down.”
These lights shine like this every night and cars pass by and things happen and still they stand and shine and don’t complain. Always. And things don’t change for long periods of time. They still stand. And it makes me wonder whether some people’s lives are like this?
The only thing worse than shouting and no one hearing you is shouting and no one paying attention.
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They called. So we went. And no one showed up and so we left. Simple. Easy. Fast. Cautious. Always kept an eye out. Kept two. Always. And I asked father why they wanted us to check the house. And he said he didn’t know and I asked why he didn’t ask them and he said “You’re gonna get nowhere if you always have to explain yourself to other people.”
Made sense… made sense.
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“Anger and Pain in the Subway Train” – Mick Harvey
You regret not following your dreams and you want a shoulder to cry on. Well, you look real silly crying about nothing.
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We come alive at night with the treble low and the bass high.
Spend the first hour driving around aimlessly because we can.
The lights all neon like in color spread across the streets carried by rain water.
And after a cold streak I turn around and speak in a possessed whisper:
Life is a dress up.
Or
Life is a constant struggle to mess up.
Or
Life is how you dress up a wound in front of people.
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Life is a 2 hour test you study for 16 hours.
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Life is a random occurrence made deliberate.
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Life is a deliberate purpose made accidental.
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Life is the three words said to a person out of desperation.
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Life is the hesitation to say the truth to said person.
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Life is a talk with a lack of macho emphasis.
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Life is too much emphasis on too few sentences.
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Life is pretending to be okay when you’re not.
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Life is pretending to be hurt when you’re okay.
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Life is a movie hall filled to capacity.
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Life is a provoked state of brevity for the hasty.
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Life is not having to worry about people’s ears.
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Life is a bite of expensive pie only meant for your mouth.
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Life is a drink from the river we all drink out of.
The bowling balls are getting heavy
I’m about to leave in someone else’s clothes.
Were we ever meant to be? is a redundant question.
Yes, once in a time of pressure and spontaneity.
The only thing we agreed upon was we were both frightened.
I must’ve convinced myself I liked you on purpose.
And that’s how I found myself by accident.
Too many stops for gas on the road to the destination.
If no two roads are alike, then why should I map my path to another person’s life?
Our fears keep us up at night.
Our hopes keep us up tonight.
Anxious, and terrified but alive.
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Rum Runners took this road South to the border.
Wheels of trucks passed through, chocked full of soldiers.
Band wagoners jumped off trains to escape the draft.
Shady men smoked weed under street lights and shared a drag.
The Prime Minister drove past this road once and did not remember.
The whole community gathered to follow a hearse in mid-September.
Whites pelted tomatoes when a store was bought by Negros.
They offered cheap goods and after a while no one complained.
Plans to build a college failed because of the city.
Janey kissed a girl and then married into money.
A once drunk man found Jesus on a stop sign.
He tried to warn the people but no one had the time.
Rain swept slippery where the Honda slammed the Chevy.
Flowers and a sign that said “You’ll never be forgotten, Janey.”
They still come to put them under the only street light that flickers.
Make sure the flowers are replaced before they wither.
Low res photos to show a plain street at night.
Repaved cracks like scars tell a story trying to hide.
Rain soaked streets illuminated by an evening sun about to go down.
Humidity that pulls at the unwashed hair on your head and eyebrows.
Everything feels stiff and dirty.
Everything seems to bite.
It is in this moment that we’re truly aware of our age.
Tired and lazy and weary, waiting for the day to turn to dusk.
By Ashish Seth
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Words from Eric Dolphy, legendary jazz musician.
By Ashish Seth w/ Matt Rulli
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