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The fuck if I know Fred
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I press the pedal harder and merge onto the freeway,
accelerating faster and faster.
In this moment,
I can admit to the road that
I have been mad at the world for a very long time.
I press the pedal harder.
A hard feeling to feel with no belief in god,
no divine face to wag my finger in,
no pearly gates to protest outside of.
I press the pedal harder.
Speaking of god
Mister Rogers asks,
"what do you do with the mad that you feel?"
I tell him, the fuck if I know, Fred.
The fuck if I know.
I press the pedal harder,
look into my rear view and watch a large open void
sprawling itself across the lanes,
twirling chaos around its fingers,
crushing asphalt in its fists;
the road crumbles beneath my wheels.
I press the pedal harder.
Fold Continents
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Do you remember the first time
you sat down to draw a self portrait?
Studying yourself in the mirror,
and suddenly all you could see was
everything you were holding in-
those things you thought you tucked neatly beneath the surface.
All the stress about
love & life
and
death & perfection
took you over.
In that moment you realized,
all you ever wanted
was to feel free.
Then you remembered,
the only freedom you have ever really known
was the freedom
to risk
wasting ink and paper.
Ink and Paper
3,000 Miles
Wish I could fold continents
Press my face to theirs
we are but a blip in infinity
eventually it will feel like
nothing and everything
all at once