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nytrist commented on the post, catapult 1 day, 5 hours ago
the insult catapulted into a somersault that flew the across the room and landed square between your eyes, knocking you out for a perfect 10. And while you lay unconscious, the little birdies that circled your head argued heatedly over the meaningless of flying round and round in circles.
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nytrist commented on the post, lullaby 2 days, 17 hours ago
Lullaby, a soothing word for what we think carries babies to the warmth and goodness of sleep.
But nobody ever talks about what the babies know and why it is they cry when you dim the lights, place them in their crib and enchant them with deceitful songs that lead them, hand in hand into a darkness where abandonment, weakness and the unknown wait to devour them.
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nytrist commented on the post, manhattan 5 days, 6 hours ago
is a city that lives inside encyclopedias, novels, films and friends tales. I’ve heard that it truly exists and was once a sleep swamp. But if you asked me today, I’d say it was just a made up name, a word that came about because a man managed a hat with a tan.
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nytrist commented on the post, taboo 1 week ago
There’s a pause as I dip my hand into the toybox and dig for the word taboo.
A figure balanced high, walks a daily tightrope. One foot after another. Concentrate and don’t look down. On one side lies the permissible, on the other side the taboo stretches.
From this height, both sides empty away into black. One comforting, one confronting.
I flick the rope. The figure wobbles.
Silly little thing, doesn’t know the blackness beneath is all the same.
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nytrist commented on the post, auburn 1 week, 2 days ago
auburn into the night, and watch the sheer light as it refracts and reflects, as it disperses and connects..
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nytrist commented on the post, celestial 1 week, 3 days ago
the bell sounds and the celestial rounds begin. One taking the east corner, the other the west, and in the dimness of dusk they fought for a corner cake of sky, and a place in the poets’ poems
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nytrist commented on the post, loom 1 week, 4 days ago
Moon, mool, loom. no can’t stop because if something looms over you, then it will be like a fingernail growing back crooked. And looming, what does that actually look like anyway? Like a shadow that drenches you because the sun is hidden, soapy and ink like, or like a dodge man in a coat, pointy 40′s hat and crooked finger directed at you, saying, it’s your fault, it’s your fault, it’s your fault.
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nytrist commented on the post, soap 1 week, 5 days ago
(so ap)propriately inappropriate.
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nytrist commented on the post, simplify 1 week, 6 days ago
Remove, bare, strip and subtract. Simplify is more complicated than complication. Within the confines of simplicity will you really find the beauty?
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nytrist commented on the post, stories 2 weeks, 1 day ago
A neo natal baby heard harry potter, and wanted to live until she found out the ending, a 46 year old with more than half the book written is bored with his story and wants to switch novels and all the while narratives and characters in life murky up the linear novel like a disruptive technology..and most of the time, the stories just don’t make sense.
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nytrist commented on the post, burning 2 weeks, 2 days ago
A slight nervousness before the light that seeps through reaches the coal beneath. I’m warm and comfortable, and I know it will last if only I stay a little longer. But the light undulates and the music that it leaves in its vibrating wake, lengthens and shrivels, ignites and burns as it touches cold air..
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nytrist commented on the post, rating 2 weeks, 4 days ago
we rate the wrong things and wonder why we’re not able to tell anything about ourselves anymore. I rate that, I don’t rate that. Would you publish this rating if it was my last?
A haphazard attempt, and a heavy miasma dulls any output that tries to seep into my keyboard.
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nytrist commented on the post, timeline 2 weeks, 5 days ago
Timelines and projects and deadlines and start and straight and end and finish. But really the most interesting timelines are the ones with squiggles that cross over, and curves that arc widely like an ocean horizon. So time, and the graffiti line it draws behind it devastates the cleanness, and leaves a tag that they’ll pursue and prosecute.
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nytrist commented on the post, dissolve 2 weeks, 6 days ago
moments, time, skin, leaves, clouds, memories, people, actions, rain; dissolve because there’s no need to solve. Things are what they are, imperfect and complete.
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nytrist commented on the post, ensue 3 weeks ago
ensnare and ensure to capture the stardust that sprinkles on the eyes and eyelids of planets circling the radial button of beautiful bargain books. actually for such a common word, i’m sure i don’t know its true meaning
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nytrist commented on the post, enemies 3 weeks, 1 day ago
enemies of ourselves. Out to sabotage, ridicule and all the other nasty stuff, but in some ways that’s just because we’re attached to outcomes and how other people see us. Imagine if I didn’t, and changed the word, and added letters to make it nemesis, or perhaps meenies, or perhaps something else…
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nytrist commented on the post, clasp 3 weeks, 2 days ago
clasp – does it mean join, hold, cling or understand. Sometimes the grip is too tight and the claspee isn’t happy with being clasped. But what is it that we clasp onto. And what a strange word to mean such pain, heartache and joining
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nytrist wrote about the word flare 2 years, 3 months ago
Its the way you dip your little toe into this social sea and go about your business oblivious of me. Its the blue and green aura cloak around you as say hello, goodbye and everything in between. But mostly its the white light that burns too bright, too loud that draws and keeps others away.
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nytrist wrote about the word chocolate 2 years, 3 months ago
Gives me headaches, keeps me giddy, Swiss famous, wasabi flavoured, my lover’s gift, my body’s enemy, ; oh the attributes we attribute to that which is indifferent.
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nytrist commented on the blog post wake 2 years, 4 months ago
Wake and find yourself where? On the moon sharing breakfast with my man, watching the earthrise and drawing forever circles in the dust.
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