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July 27, 2026

 

Life is

Spending 13,260 hours on a job

Then dropping it

Because it meant nothing to you

Life is

Playing video games for four 

Days straight

Then dropping them

Because it meant something

But not enough

Life is 

Then dumping

Some recharged force

Some forge

Some crucible

Some mass

Of energy

Back into 

Passions forgotten

Due to 

Entropy

Apathy

apathy 

apathy

My mind is filled 

With too much energy

I mean apathy

Freudian slips

Slip into

Distribution

Of some sort

Of some sort 

Of energy

Distribution

 

 

If I can make it 

Make sense

In my mind

Then I can make it

Make sense

In the mind 

Of others

Some forge

Some crucible

Some mass

Of energy

Splattered 

Upon the cross

That I carried here

Blood

Sweat

and Tomatoes 

Pasta sauce

and Ghiradelli 

Sweetness resides

in the mind

when I am out of wine

But I pour my projects

Back into energy

The ratio between

Forgotten and Forgiven

Has been both of those

Already

Blood, sweat

and tomatoes

Already

Life is

Blood

Sweat

and tomatoes

Pouring my life into

potatoes

Tomato

Tomato

Potato

Potato

That's all life is

This or that

or the other

Here or there

or the other

or not there at all

as a matter of fact

Blood

Sweat 

and tomato 

Ghiradelli 

and the other

You know

Chocolate

had no business

Being here

In the first place

This

That

or

the 

Other

Was that a racial slur

I don't know

But my mind (is)

A blur

This that or the other

Tomato tomato 

or

Potato Potato 

Blood and sweat

and the

Fear of Tears

This,

That,

and the other

–

I'm sorry mama

This wasn't supposed to be

What it was

But isn't this

Isn't it

What it always

Come down to?

This

That

or

the

Other?

Life is like

a box

Period.

A cage of tomatoes

A pamphlet for potatoes

 

Life could never be

What it probably should

It's an endless advertisement

of what it potentially could

–

Forget father and son

Potato sack race

Or mother and son

Singing

They

Whoever they is

Left the singing 

to the sirens

Whoever they are

Blood

Sweat

and Sirens

–

I hear the storm call

Did they not know

I chase such things

I wish to be above

Sweat and tomatoes

Exalted

In the twister

My tears

Cry out to thee

Blood, sweat

and remembrance 

All though

You won't remember me

–

Life is spending 

One hour

to wonder

And the rest of the hours

Distracted

Time passing

Doesn't care

or mind

That there might be

a time

for change

for whatever

I'll be

–

Do you want to be

This

or 

That

Life is like that

...

Life is like that

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December 11, 2025

2:16 pm 

 

There is some hardship

Sitting in the silence of a blank stare

By the yolk-ey gaze of the one you love

 

I curse the morning sun as I drive away

Piercing my blue iris on each side

Of a stroke face that lacks symmetry

 

Summer never really ends around here

My ears beg for the nothing-sound of snow

From clouds that don’t acknowledge you back

 

My stomach churns from something psychosomatic

While my fingers sign the sign for hurt

Then my hands fall apart like water

 

Hardship is pain is hunger pangs

By a hate that doesn’t acknowledge you

But at least your love likes you back

 

Somewhat, some how

I never tended to wonder

To tend to my garden of nonexistence

 

An illness that is proverbial

The whites roll back to their original metaphor

I assimilate back to my original simile

 

Even rest itself is too tired to nap

Thirst itself is too tired to drink

And now hardship hungers no more