starting a fire in my igloo hoping to either melt down the walls or suffocate from the smoke. self isolation is a sort of paradise enforced isolation is a hell with no sound. i am the desert a desolate ocean where dreams go to languish baked under an indifferent sun.
i keep little mementos in my between my caged ribs so when i sit just right the memories jaggedly pressed into my lungs coloring every gasping breath in pastel fragments of who i once was my marrow tinted in words left unsaid as i wheeze out another line about the ones that carved their initials […]
we were all forced into this state of being so if we can do a little to make it better for everyone that doesn’t seem like a big thing to ask. respect is earned but kindness is always free. seems to get forgotten in the day to day of trying to survive.
woke upon the numbsideof the bedthe constantacheshiveringthrough myskull tofinally settlein my jawsnappedmy synapticresponseleaving meblissfullynumbconfortablydumbsipping coffeeas the cloudsthreatenrain. each timei wokein the darkknees tochestunwilling tofeelthe surgescoursingcoarselythroughmy bone prisoni beggedthe cosmosto take awayyour painto ladle ithappilyupon mineto let mewallowwhile yousoar. i speakto theemptinesslingeringbetween ourmouthsshufflingbarefeetthrough theshattereddreamsand echoedprayersbest leftunheardin thiscacophonousswirlsoftly givingwords tomy desires. woke upnumbedto the endlessachesrunning callouslythroughthe absenceof […]
rats gnaw at my toes as my guts gurgle acidic odes to empty cupboards a dream, a joke, a life left half conscripted by a string of hearts not quite won over with clumsy attempts at ill mannered charm unseen in the rippling ugliness seething at the surface bury my scraps in unconsecrated soil leave […]
Tune in to Panic Room Radio live this Thursday to listen to Chris and I talk about our Splatterpunk nominated book, Cerberus Rising, featuring my story which is also (?!?) nominated, An Incident at Barrow Farm. Chris is also nominated for his Splatter Western, Dust. And our wayward brother, PC3, for his story Full Moon […]
bleeding for scraps while others vomit to fanfare and gratutious applause poetry is loneliness wrapped in barb wire and i am pretty talented at screaming alone i will never amount to anything but moments you can never get back maybe that is what the sparrows sing as they watch a fool wasting his life for […]
on the crusted filth of misanthropic disembowelments collecting on the burnt end of progress there is soft buffeting of sparrow wings sending little clouds of dreamdust soulbillow to scatter amongst the cracked facades of fragility in a quick tempered state of ambiguous losses i was a spectating spectacle of spectacular idiosyncrasies wondering about in shuffling […]
the tendrils of maternal abuse claw my broken psyche in the quiet moments spent lost in the shadowy ceiling my head weighs approximately the mass of the black hole where my soul once bled out in spectral hues transmitted on the sine waves ingrained into the synaptic disfunction of a broken child crying alone
i keep myself secluded from the a world i mostly don’t understand reaching out with shitty poetry from my cave because anxiety ain’t no way to half live i am cut off silenced by algorithms left to fester a mushroom in the darkness living off of the rotted soulsoil in petulant heartwhinings lost in a […]
the rickety ship careensover the tempestuous seain the throes of sorrowsdraped in logical fallacy there is asimplicityin the ever presentbirdsongcoming throughthe open screen doora tonalprogressionfalling insynchwith the restof the worldaround me the lonely cries of the gullcircling in the gray skiesa hint of rot blowing throughon the wings of bloated flies i know whythe crows […]
there is a boozy insubstantialness to reality in the frame of bioluminescent purgatorial musings a hint that nothing is as it appears viewing the world through side mirrors lends an inky incandescence to freefalling through the strata of traumatic scars. i could accomplish something but i will be good and goddamned if anything sounds half […]
the vultures circle above as frustration shakes through the tension of morning bannings and customer support that equals being told to go fuck myself it is a simple manner of stolen information or companies that have forgotten that they don’t exist if not for the users they ignore we are dollar signs with no identity […]
(un)collected vol. 1 is available now on the Potter’s Grove site. A chapbook of 26 poems from me to you. something to tide you over until (un)requited in August. thanks as always for your support, love me
i couldnt tell youwith any certaintyif she was hunting meor if i was a spiritunwittingly haunting her we sat in a boothat the back of the barthe crackling neon ofa beer sign illuminatingher hair a dayglo halo she talked loudlyexpounding upon thevirtues of ts eliotpontificating betweenbreathy groans my hand slid up herthigh under the shortskirt […]
gone gone gone the dreams of bittersweet youth entrapments of hopes best left to fester amongst the creepy crawlies in the darkness of soulwept miseries millipedes crawl up the poignancy inscribed into the hollowbones of forevermore the moist memories rotting incrementally until all that remains are sympathetic serenades gone gone gone dust in the corner […]
my defiance in the face of dastardly deicidal dooms verbal defecation desecration of the subtle adorations my skull is filled with thoughts of you and a million angry bullet ants
the walls are leaning in staring at me with a hostility usually reserved for self deflection the ceiling is bowing down pressing on me with a weight usually reserved for self reflection i am trapped in a loop of migrating migraines a thousand nettles a thorn of crowns around a frowing fool in a state […]
angry bubbles pop around my head little explosions that do nothing but add incrementally infuriations to an already rancid mood. fell headfirst off the wrong side of the bed every minor inconvenience a new throbbing in already tender temples. i need you coffee and the world in general to fuck right off into a hazy […]
her tongue leathery loudly licks shriveled worms disguised as lips the scent of curdled milk wafts thickly beneath hairspray and slow decay an out of focus gleam in her one good eye tells me the sky is falling her jerky whipfast motions lend an air of danger to an otherwise obscure sense of sliding between […]
woke to a ticketstapled to myblood flecked chesta citation forvagrancyas the foolishmuscle constrictsthe sense ofpeace fromthe lonely lanethat leads tothe only placecardiac distresshas ever known asa destination.
subtle vibrations easing along the nervous system on the brink of collapse wired for sound yet filled with white noise the song of the ocean in your ear is just my distorted palpatations echoing along inner ear insanity. i am an empty vessel stirring at the bottom of your oceanic depth a skull in a […]
i love you like a suicide because in you i see the only chance at heaven for a lost soul like me
lost alone in these stacks of books a million happy endings at least one metaphor that reflects where i am in my languid sorrow. surrrounded by books but the only one calling is the book of matches. one last tall tale written in embers across the shadow over her smile.
he tied a ribbon on the old walnut tree by the side of the road every april as the last of the winter snow had faded to muddy ground patches of yellow with hints of verdant growth and the lone red ribbon dancing in the soft breeze with hints of home. it hadnt worked to […]
a wriggle a writhing a tremor passes through my hollow bones as the cool wind murmurs across my shivering skin a chasm opens somewhere in these shifting shafts of calcified remorse a wriggle a writhing a tremor in the center where soot lines the pockmarked surface of angry loveblisters along the cardiac sack of salted […]
the flies, fat overfed black swarms that seems to cover every inch of the foul smelling building with puddles of blood and water baking in the noon time sun mercilessly glaring down over the city of shadows the bells toll sickly from the soot stained cathedral once a symbol of purity now an accurate representation […]
as da vinci sketched virtruvian drawings did the sheer reckless atrocities in nature ever make him sick to his artistic stomach a carousel of painted horses with pinprick pupils at the edge of panic as they race in circles yet never truly make any bit of progress while his ink smudged hands lose sensations in […]
i don’t give you my heart because it is the source of emotion that is the brain of which you already preoccupy most of no, i give you my heart because without it being cared for i would simply die because without you i was never truly ever alive to begin with
in the quietest of moments lost in the singularities the heavy population of my solitude is a weight unto itself it feels like another one about drowning but the metaphor feels too apt to apropos not clothos or lachesis enough for my thology feels like another one about the scent of wildflowers longing lost and […]
there is a subtle flow an undertow created where the world around me and the books begin calling a sandbar of my own emotional misinterpretations mangled by a lack of vernacular affinity a vortex, a whirlpool, a tear pulling the beauty from the inspirations until all becomes gray a succulent buffet, an array of sensual […]
she stood emptied of all hope and happiness a prune where there was once a plum interwoven into a tapestry of her own shadow streaked contemptuous longings slow roasted until her juices boiled splitting her once vibrantly colored casing her will spread ever so thinly until her soul became another transparency drifting on the last […]
the vapid disinterest of the sun rose a golden ball shimmering in feigned regard (a burning middle finger) etched in vaporous <ill intent> lending a tumultuous air of chill intimacy to an otherwise funeralesque sunday spent malingering in the foyer to hell.
the concrete souless monstrosities in a semi-heathenistic plethora of circumfusions a pod of poisoned seeds nestled tightly against the strangled heart of future endeavoring spirits a sacrament, a sacrifice a sack of simmering sighs tar black runs down slowly from the unblinking orbs encased in resinous lies the rusted snap of a trap tetanus infused […]
the coffee sits steaming with a forlorn haze into the morning silence the occasional bit of siren or warbling note of birdsong all that manages to pierce this three ton concrete bubble slowly suffocating the fool who suffers silently on the couch trying not to disturb his lonely corner of half existing. he scribbles bloody […]
not sure if it is selective propagation or if the world is just filled with more despicable sacks of shit on a daily basis. i don’t even know if they know just how rancidly horrific they are or even if they possess the awareness to see just how off-putting their actions seem. one day the […]
endeavored to spring clean declutter the shattered fragments while digging out soulslivers lodged painfully beneath my parchment epidermis an effort to spring free from the detritus of this achingly undesired instance of existence i have thrown out so many things a feeling of lightness in that springy freedom of removing the pieces that clung to […]
there are these improbably wonderful moments where she and i race down different corridors while both riding the same sinuous thoughtwaves from the proper temperature for cheese consumption to finding a name from the same show. resonating in sheer synchronicity send shivers down my erratic pulse dumping a mix of chemically derived splendor through the […]
Canto 1 of my modern retelling of Dante’s Inferno has been posted over on my Patreon. I keep the same basic style, but updated for a modern world. In this version, I am the lost traveler and one of my favorite poets acts as the guide. The original Inferno is 35 Cantos long and I […]
it has been pouring for the last couple hours lightning lighting up the dour night of constant pattering drops assaulted by thunderous doubts all of the hard work i accomplished during the day feels emptied of value as the headache cinches tightly the non-stop precipitation feels like ball peen hammers against my throbbing temples. i […]
he sits flipping cards on the scarred coffee table between pots of coffee chain smoking one cigarette lit off of the dying embers of the last a blue gray filtration obscuring the horns growing out of his lined red forehead fifty two cards in four uneven columns with four piles steadily growing on the side […]
this obsession scratching my soul a possession of my every thought a repossession of faulty cardiac insurrections digging furrows through the once fertile topsoil now salted in tremulous tragedy. i sing loudly to fill the void left by silence stricken sparrows in an absence of solar radiations i don’t seem to recall where i have […]
the fear that i have cut myself so many times tearing off rancid bits and screaming in to the aether in lowercase has left me too scarred to strike a vein all that will remain of the foolish stain will be a dessicated corpse with an empty birdcage where his heart once hung itself. no […]
i like the way copious morsels roll around in my mouth it isn’t so much the words themselves but the feel not all poetry is life altering intensities sometimes it just feels good to say like copious morsels. and for a moment the sun peeks out because everything is simply happenstance it’s what we do […]
i know not if the sky ever did brighten nor did i see it ever darken as i stared up into the ceiling for twelve hours i just know that the alarm rang the coffee fell tastelessly over my maggoty lip across the tongue only capable of lies to settle on the pit of vipers […]
it is jarring being trapped inside myself yet overcome with myopic misunderstanding unable to get out of the hell that distorts all. it is that precise moment you realize that you are insignificant just a ball of anxiety spinning faster into disaster the lone star no one ever wished upon a wispy copy of someone […]
i have never been a good man but you, like an idiot, made me your best man. and in hindsight that doesn’t make any sense as all. maybe it was your faulty judge of character or possibly it was my mercurial lack of character that made the two of us click so well. i will […]
i dont hate you for finding your long needed escape i hate that you left me here with your nagging fucking memory of dreams that we can never accomplish because you shot that final fix into your arm and it didn’t fix a goddamned thing but give you peace and tear another piece from my […]
you could fit all of the planets in the space between earth and the moon each one nestled neatly between us and our lonely satellite. you could fit all of creation in the space between the fool and hope with room for the earth the moon and all of the planets as well. nothing more […]
a poet is a portal a destination an escape a few lines at a time a frozen dream a fool is a deadend a joke nothing’s shadow a punchline to life itself in a waking hell listening to the birds calling out to the sun that never quite manages to rise just a vacancy on […]
the dragon swims barely contained on the blackened spoon clenched between shaking fingers as the lighter dances in the fetid air before it is sucked up through a vacuum lashing out at this new hypodermic cage plunger pressed air bubbles displaced no need to disinfect nothing could survive the pockmarks and filth covering every inch […]
she sat on the stepsa dour expressionon such a little facethat it stopped medead in my trackscocked my head at herand asked what was wrong she sighedlooked at me for a second.then shrugged“boys” i nodded wiselyhaving been one once“boys are gross” she smiled wanlya sad little thingthat quivered my dead heart“not all boys” i gave […]
the eyes being the windows to the soul is another example of shakespearean inadequacy or idiocy. unless hell is the soil of my shattered soulscape good old billy shakes is a bald faced fucking liar. the only semblance of beauty to be seen in my monstrous gaze is you reflected back.
i offer no shelter for i am the bomb itself primed ready to explode all over this land of make believe all i can give is a promise of mutually assured assumption. i am chiseled from bedrock approximations of hell quenched in tears smoothed to nothing by the ever blowing winds of eternal sufferings. the […]
it is in this hollowboned depression that oblivion sings the sweetest whispering in the cold darkness pooled inside this wicker man filled to bursting with icy insignificance too many hours lost in a month where realizations still spark acrid bitterness on my talented tongue where it was made apparent there is nothing to be here […]
today i am a pillar of pitted metal there is nothing insidw of me no hope no happy no anger no sorrow just patches of rusted scabs clinging to where a person once inhabited depression is a hole swallowing me whole i want to hurt so i know i don’t just exist but that i […]
my soul is one dimensional when viewed from this three dimensional plane of plain pain and panic stricken desolation my heart is wheezing black tar through constricted vessels of vacant adoration seized in rigorous illusionary half palpations you do not have to remind me i am nothing with your callous slights i am well aware […]
the light in the room dimmed as i looked out the sunlight diffusion gradually pulling the deep purple into static blue shifted to a melange of pink hued darknesses there is a weight to this salmon haze a heaviness breaking over the rooftops trickling turgidly down the streets a dripping of cloying syrupy madness in […]
i’ve long since cast away the foolish dreams and childish aspirations focusing instead on the lackadaisical melanoma of melancholia i am a paper boat soaked through disintegrating on the swollen sewers of guilt ridden self-loathing saturated streams of fetid filth longing to burn a sliver of sodium in your everflowing fountain of beauty to settle […]
as he slept the shadows crept into his darkened bedroom they surrounded him sleeping unsound in a cocoon of broken tragedy one of the shimmering pools of black produced a small jar a set of tweezers and last but certainly not least one wriggling slug which was carefully dropped directly into his ear burrowing deep […]
less compartmentalizing more mental desterilization thoughts that rattle behind the locked doors buried in the deepest darkest cobweb filled corridors in my mind the tarnished padlocks click open to fall heavily to the spongey gray floor letting loose the howls as the damned chorus of the past scrambles down my fragile sense of unbeing circling […]
it isn’t that i cant get out of my own head it’s that the part i got stuck in was one i swore that i would avoid now it is all that pummels me in the silence that punctures my inner ear an unloving embrace squeezing too tight to my throat
fell asleep on a mobius strip of wrong sides so no matter how i were to finally awaken the day was truly well and fucked the coffee still dripped slowly the only percolation in my dingy place as i force myself to leave the cave to enter a world of dreamy disillusion the only words […]
i spent two hours compiling a new collection reading my own words and i feel so goddamned broken because the words haven’t changed that pain is still this pain and i don’t understand why it never abates why i can never lose the weight of an ocean of black tar tears. and the man on […]
i never begged you to love me because i was too busy begging you to treat me as simply a human being beaten down by a lack of considerations the fact i had to beg at all shows how one sided the entirety encapsulating our accident truly was sad puppy eyes and maternal scarring left […]
i forget how stunningly beautiful she is on the outside because i am so deeply in love with how beautiful her soul is her sultry conflagration beguiles my thunderous desires and all i know with any certainty is i would die happily with the taste of her lips on mine and her words rattling as […]
we lay together in a tangle of legs as the rains hit the glass our hearts regulated metronomically as one my eyes open i reach out to feel your warmth pull you in closer but the bed is empty an expanse stretching from my burgeoning wave of impending sorrows each time i close my fitful […]
the moon ensconced in a blanket of wooly gray above a sleepy city in north texas sinuous tongues of electricity race across the near perpetual clouds flashing pink hues above the apartment building the barium floating in my brain undulates with the lightning a throbbing symphonic barrage lost in the backbeat of smoky jazz electrofunk […]
this constant feeling of trenchlike pressure clamped in barb wire and rusted iron bands around my head is slowly driving me insane(r) i cannot stop contemplating my escape the need for relief yelling in the dead center of this vortex of agonized dizziness i need a pickaxe or a cordless drill with diamond tipped bits […]
already deafened in the right side when the screaming began outside sending shivers of white noise to scrape down my all engulfing ache he was four foot nothing and around two hundred pounds pushing a large neon orange colored circular saw across the concrete of the cracked parking lot the blade screeched into the overcast […]
i am a hermit crab uncomfortable in this too large skull seeking some sort of sanctuary from the storms that rage without reflecting the tsunami raging within i need a different shell to keep my ragged apologies and need to please in check a hobo hopping trains that lead to anywhere but here headed to […]
when i moved to texas it was in the middle of thirty straight over one hundred degree days i was pulling a u-haul sixteen hours across country with the devil’s breath blowing constantly across the featureless land road hypnosis and salt flecked lips feverish in thirst watching the miles tick as i looked for the […]
the emptiness swirls in my cranial cavern pulsating aches spill in synchronicitized marrowdeep bemoaning i am lesser today than i was yesterday the painrattles chose angular sobs to remind me in lucid loss of lividity i have nothing in my pockets but a swell of dreamkisses snatched from morning awakening and soft smiles of peace […]
he sitson edgethe screamingof the birdswhite noisestaticcoursing throughhis collapsefalling inupon himselfgaining masslosingdefinitionworn downsmoothed outby the riverforever windingover hisgravel soulan aquariumfilledwith upsidedownfish belliesbobbing at thesurface tensionbarely keepinghim constrainedin shape
camus asked the worldto imaginesisyphus happybut happinessisn’t a partof the comfortinherent inrepetitive actioni prefer toimagine sisyphuscontented in hisdaily strugglethe knowledgethat everything we dois eventuallyanother incomprehensiblehabitual actretracing stepswell worn scarsacross our heartsrunning fingersover cardiac nervesexciting palpatationsrepeatingself-destructiveidiocies becauseman never learnsan oroboros ofself defeatseeking its own tailto pacifythe urges.
falling in love is a controlled detonation an implosion falling in on one’s self a pile of rubble left in the hope this new vista is one your chosen lover finds suitable a new garden to plant the seeds of singular experiences watching what sprouts from the new fertile land the two together have grown […]
my fight or flight has grown apathetic every minor inconvenience greeted with a shakespearean sigh to give a fuck or to not give a fuck, that is the dilemma i was not born skinless bare nerves in a sandstorm but life has a way of stripping the flesh from bone leaving a huddled mass burning […]
his story had so many holes in it you could back the moon through the inconsistencies his vagueries implications while never truly saying anything at all trying to convince everyone anything they did he did better a master of oneupmanship willing to do whatever it took to get a moment in the spotlight no matter […]
for too long bad people have gotten away with shitty things without getting punched in the face it has encouraged them there are no consequences for their actions. it’s time to punch scumfucks again to show them that we have had enough to stand up to the bullies the liars the victimizers the villains you […]
i run my fingers through every flame knowing how it feel but incapable of learning that fundamental hurl me headfirst downdowndown into the volcano let the lava lick my tears feed me to pele an unworthy offering to grant your every single dream come true i am nothing but flotsam floating on your every wave […]
anxious unimportant a fleck of spittle floating in space the void stares at me unable to fathom my lack of depth.
i am nothing but a trash compactor taking words from novel to story to poetry. crushing out meanings until all that sticks to the page is concentrated emptiness. no more expectations or diluted dreampiss hopes just silence and shitty lines of filth. unable to to face myself a corruption of beauty under gray skies a […]
every poem is nothing but electricity flashing and a written interpretation of chemicals into aimless chickenscratch spit over maggot lips drooling venomous angst down pitted skin in the false hope it sparks an electrical discharge in the soup of deficiencies in the gelatinous mess driving that entropic meat machine of broken dream reading it my […]
dissociating sounds so(enticing) can someone pass me a torch and possibly a ladder to climb out of my mind teach me the tricks of houdini without the futility of trying to contact the dead shed these chains slip free of this burlap sack of incidentals suffocating me let me(dissociate) the anxiety detach from this sense […]
pressure fromthe handof godcrushingmy skull i feelevery whorlof theprintas it squeezes falling intothe double helixas itunravelsaround me i amdusta speck floatingin the unblinkingeye of eternity i amnothingbut insidiouspainblossomsand woe.
i take a picture of the last moment of happiness so i can cry as i forget how to smile again there is a resentment in being a caricature of the sad pathetic little poet the ceiling hides the void the words give form to the tangible lack of substance sucking the air from the […]
there is a bitterness in the rind of the lemon but with just a coating of coarse salt that same bitterness is drawn out leaving a perfect vision of summer. my rind is quite bitter this evening senseless renal failure leaves these poisonous thoughts to gain mass to become a new entity hellbent on self-destruction […]
there is a autumnal ache in this false spring of decaying promise and unexpected shivers, dust motes hang heavy on the swollen symphony strummed lightly across tattered old heartstrings. ill intent permeates these overflowing salted rivers of unshed tears from lost lovers last laconic demise, the sparrows sing mutely no soft whistles in this heady […]
the air thrums with potential heartbursts of compressed recalcitrance, the moon hangs moribund in sickly shades of amber tinted umbrageousness. and here i lay sadly listening to the sickly thump hiss of corroded arteries, my mind tangled in webbing from lies spun in silvery tongued sanctimonies. less a scribe than an idiot awash in an […]
tied up in nots a net of blank refusals raining nuclear dismissals from the hell that is the human condition conditioned to instinctually huntfightandfuck in a soft land of store bought nonessentials prepackaged pineal processes recycling plastics as breakfast food chemically castrating the alpha diabetically with surplus sugars to insulate pancreatic insulin insolence over indulgent […]
the key to my failing as a philosopher is my disinterest in logical fallacies while the key to my failing as a poet lies in my over abundance of raw emotion i know what i know my stare keeps the ceiling up her words keep my pulse rate up and the rest is white noise […]
has some nefarious monster snatched the azure from the skies or have i been stricken colorblind in the absence of you? the sparrows hop chirping about as if everything is business as normal but this diffusion of shades of gray has my internal alarm system screaming panics. i fell frozen the depths of this sorrow […]
harvesting verse much the same as separating the chaff from the wheat fascinated by the ideas that get stuck until the end result resembles what is pictured within what was revealing was the moment reservation was tossed to the wind where the fool allowed himself to fall heartfirst into love at last and how that […]
spent an hour watching a tiny spider weave a massive web invisible except for errant rays of light streaming from behind the ever present gray blanket a flurry of careful instinctual choreography hypnotizing in the steady chaotic order. lost in the details umable to see the entire work of art incapable of understanding the finer […]
as i turned down the brick road the sun shied away the closer i drew to my destination the darker the world around me seemed to grow a cool wind whipped up the trash into a dustdevil in detritus slapping against the windshield an ill omen or just coincidence i couldn’t say with any certainty […]
he grew up with just two burning passions; the first being the extravaganza of professional wrestling, and the second a deepseated love for methamphetamines. they called him the leprechaun as a kid because of his perpetual attire in verdant hues until he got old enough to take that first taste of crystal death, then he […]
squalor is an elegant word for such a hopeless feeling condition there is a poetry to words like this that simply fascinates my moribund mind.
i get smallfalling inon myself whenthe wordsbecome obstinatelike aself-containedmarsupial. i haveforgottenwhich pouchi am ina writhing tumorin my own fleshseeking solacein puckered scars.
april showers are supposedly the root cause of may flowers but march came in like a lamb and went out like a bipolar yeti the world sleeps and i find myself trapped in this box listening to the lackadaisical tune my entire body tensed to spring as soon as the lid pops open it’s cold […]
there is a magic in dark depression and dead kennedys too loud alone i don’t know if it is the surf rock grooves or the darkly satire dripping on every off key exclamation third wave ska makes my soul quiver with happiness unable to sit still but jello makes me want to burn the entire […]
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