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Day 281: Prose: I like writing about holding hands.

If we held hands with brass knuckles, it wouldn’t make it any less romantic. 
Just us.
In our raggedy tshirts
And calloused feet
Trespassing over lines we didn’t think possible.
Waited years to find them,
And dove At the chance.
We are young.
Meeting somewhere in the middle of broken hearted 
And hearts on our forearms
So much so,
That we are rocking in rhythm.




Shut up. I haven’t written in a while.

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Dear Followers,

I went on vacation to Austin, TX about a week ago. It was quite the earned holiday. I have overworked myself this summer. I’m still taking photos, but never uploading any of them. I have a lot of catch up to do in terms of writing.

As soon as I got back, I started my Fall semester of uni. It is quite the overwhelming workload. And of course still working my 2 regular jobs.

I have not given up on my 365 project.

I am still alive.

Just give me a minute to catch up with life.

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Day 228 loc: ND - Austin Poetry Slam.  Oh hells yeah. Zoom

Day 228

loc: ND - Austin Poetry Slam. 

Oh hells yeah.

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Day 227: Prose: Hey Frickin Sweetheart.

I am not your key to alternative lifestyles.
To groups of people with illustrations lining their body
Or jewelry adorning their skin.
I’m not some token white girl with an attitude.
Or the girl I want you to take home to mama.
I’m not your ticket to underground poetry scenes
Or obscure music communities.
Just let me be the cute girl
With a dimple and curly hair. 

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Day 227 loc: Austin, TX nasty-ass hotel. I should have taken a picture of something more relevant. but this locked door and the bugs that might crawl on my face are all i’m thinkin about right now. Zoom

Day 227

loc: Austin, TX nasty-ass hotel.

I should have taken a picture of something more relevant. but this locked door and the bugs that might crawl on my face are all i’m thinkin about right now.

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Day 226: Prose: Conejos.

They let me call them mis conejos.

And the more I do,

the more they seem to like it. 

Some of them call me colocha

Or corazon.

We know our boundaries.  

But when they call me novia,

I get a little violent.

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Day 226 loc: bedroom. but only for a few more hours.  Zoom

Day 226

loc: bedroom. but only for a few more hours. 

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Day 225: Prose: Somewhere Someone

Somewhere someone is knocking on the last door they will every touch.
Prepared with a speech they came up with in the shower that day.
And little do they know they won’t say more than a few words,
Before it’s all swept away in front of their faces.
Their eyelids will be covered in soil,
Shovel-full by shovel-full.

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Day 225 loc: ever feel like you’re being watched? Zoom

Day 225

loc: ever feel like you’re being watched?

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Day 224: Rhetorical Question: Have we evolved to have soul mates?

This morning, after my shower, I got to thinking. If species evolve so that their bodies work to obtain only the things they need, and humans are attracted to other beings on chemical levels for different reasons- then have we evolved to have soul mates? Like, as a race, are we meant to be predestined to be with one person? While we don’t need others to survive, it does make life happier to have a mate. And we all have different personal attractions but we are all attracted to others for the same instinctual reasons. On a very superficial level, I think it’s possible.