MindlessThinker

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ziz by MindlessThinker, literature

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ziz

hope, you beast of burden shallow thing, sallow shadow casted over me i burst from you, forth and unto nothing the fucking shutting doors to hands that hold me down in the valley where the mud piles up and fills up my lungs through a filtered sun the shade of maybe cast me away keep this war at bay from bursting, keep me far from yearning, to follow where the mud streams flow and the lights teem low in the mountain shade what a world, whose word can bring me down to where the apple trees bay in the whorl of their own shadowed shapes and i shake myself away from every word i’ve heard up until today, to tell me this is who i ought to be, like a sun in me there grows a seed, a tempered threat a hanging thread whose head is wet, whose lips are dry, as deep in the mud as the water is high as deep in me as a hope can be, whose guts are wet, whose bones are dry laid out in the sun that casts a shadow on every worm who turns the earth from mud back into dirt, from right to wrote and gold

and heaven, too, is empty by MindlessThinker, literature

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and heaven, too, is empty

your every ugly thing exposed arch your heart to meet the bullet with all this blood you must begging for my book of life to open, your legs twitching in circles, encircled by your sweet little death rattle or the sound of my name; all the same all your love of living, truncated i bend you as the twig is bent you who know my heavy hand consider this your first life lesson: even a worm will turn every scrap of good in you into a necessary evil and so grows the tree that will darken my doorstep when i harden your heart with the gift of my absence as though it’s me who makes the difference so turn your back or take your swing i se

good men, bad women by MindlessThinker, literature

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good men, bad women

he was a good man, you say a good man a good dead man like all good men who did ill to the living who speak ill of the dead but you tell us to speak no evil you tell us, speak only of good men speak of good men and speak of the devil and wonder why he never appears he was a good man, you say but i don’t want to hear you talk i want you to go home to your mother go home and cover your head go home and pray to your god tell him what a good man you are get down on your knees speak of the devil and see where it gets you

where i cannot follow by MindlessThinker, literature

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where i cannot follow

heavy, heavy you sink like a feeling heavy, heavy with the weight of the word this thing you left unsaid making war with your body you are making your stand but with one good bullet through your big bad brain this thing will see that you lie in the dirt with the flowers but still in the dirt linger on heavy, heavy your dirge is a siren song this grave is empty with you in it so you turn to me and say: i know exactly what you’re waiting for why don’t you come on down and join me here, in the place where good ideas come to die

the path of pins, the path of needles by MindlessThinker, literature

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the path of pins, the path of needles

her fingers are red, and sink in, and go deeper. she could teach me, but she’s not a good teacher. her hands are too heavy and touch where i can’t reach her. she counts up all the ghosts she’s been and puts them on display to me. nine cars totaled, nothing in the driver’s seat. three years for the first rape, eighteen for the last. one hitman and the end of ends. her own false funeral to begin again. those headlights do get awful close. this crash is no test, that number’s no ghost. her body smashes through the mirror on the wall. she sees the shape of herself through cosmetics and essential oils, lines of kohl

victoria by MindlessThinker, literature

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victoria

"for you" is not a song of sorrow. don't give me back the things you borrow or tell me what will change tomorrow when still you rise to greet today. if every hour wounds then i am winding back the clock and taking time to turn me into someone that i’m not. i’m gonna take the long way home the long march down where flesh meets bone; i’ll put myself to bed at dawn and sleep to greet the day. these simple things are rarely clean we sing their glory, guts unseen. so don’t you ask me what is true: empires fall. it's what they do.

the great dying by MindlessThinker, literature

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the great dying

nothing can ever prepare you for whatever you return to when anything ends you call it everything no, you call it permian it is not permanent but dust sinks down to dawn you sink in sludge it is enough to take a step and see what sticks it makes you so sick all life is sick of dying dust stinks you cannot deny it it is not enough your lungs are heavy with the ashes smoke makes the ruins look like everything you cannot make it all mean anything god you miss it, god you want everything to return to dust it is not enough you can deny it but in the end you will come home

in the archive of cities by MindlessThinker, literature

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in the archive of cities

there’s no place like home away from home among the streets where these stars and statues sway, they bay like dogs of war at altars where lesser people preach and stranger people pray. i do not pray; i am never on my knees. i am sitting in the archive of cities—maps of stories for the earth in her language. these ruins trace their spires felled back to places where old revolutionaries sleep. but they are alive, and still they speak, “i am at at my wits end. i am making ends meet.” i am passing through a history of thieves; where every city is a tower falling to its knees, where every burning bridge is falling

like a worm, turn the earth by MindlessThinker, literature

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like a worm, turn the earth

at zero counting down from three loses its power. the weight of his hand. his hand on your mouth. a mouthful of dirt. dirt in your body. dirt with the flowers and the city below. then more dirt further down. this is your garden. your father's garden. your grandmother's garden. her mother's mother's dead brother's garden. he gives you a seed and shows you how to dig a hole, how to bury it alive. but what you're giving doesn't feel like life, and you see maggots in the dirt. you see them and you scream, and they sleep soundly through your screaming. you snap the flowers' necks beneath your feet, in all your fearing that they'll follow where yo

go dig a hole by MindlessThinker, literature

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go dig a hole

there’s a word and a bird for the face that you wear and a space by my grace where you let down your hair you go balls to the wall for a game that will lose you and you drag me along for the lands that i’m left to but these lands have sutures where rivers will run when your flood breaks their branches like bread there’s a place where i bury the word and the bird and i’ll bury your glorious head but i climbed up this ladder from hades to write you a letter from war in the thrall of the king who will keep me but it’s you who has been here before and i must be missing you darling or missing how light guts the sun

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ziz by MindlessThinker, literature

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ziz

and heaven, too, is empty by MindlessThinker, literature

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and heaven, too, is empty

good men, bad women by MindlessThinker, literature

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good men, bad women

where i cannot follow by MindlessThinker, literature

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where i cannot follow

the path of pins, the path of needles by MindlessThinker, literature

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the path of pins, the path of needles

victoria by MindlessThinker, literature

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victoria

the great dying by MindlessThinker, literature

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the great dying

in the archive of cities by MindlessThinker, literature

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in the archive of cities

like a worm, turn the earth by MindlessThinker, literature

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like a worm, turn the earth

go dig a hole by MindlessThinker, literature

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go dig a hole

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forty veils/as many whacks by MindlessThinker, literature

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forty veils/as many whacks

veil one [childbearer] growing up, we all wanted to be free. it was a given, just as sleep was for the night, and waking for the day. but in our wanting, we were told a great lie: “the earth is not your mother; do not ask her for your sight.” and in the safety of our skin, we believed. left lingering in spotlights, the soil masked its own decay. ashamed, or so the people spoke upon the revelation: “cheater, cheater, man-eater.” they gutted rivers, they swallowed skies, each one burning for a history. it is here that they live on―the only truly dead― and this is where they came from. veil two [engineer] w

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Artist // Literature

Nov 14
Antarctica
Deviant for 13 years
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They / Them

My Bio

faktory, 21, xyz.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

land of talk, man man, angel haze, pj harvey, garbage, dessa, company of thieves, mr. j. medeiros, gorillaz, yeah yeah yeahs, amanda palmer, tricot, regina spektor, jun togawa, cat power

Favourite Writers

italo calvino, sandra cisneros, e.e. cummings, ursula le guin, mark z. danielewsky, adam rapp, jenny holzer, samuel beckett, harmony korine, celine charcoal

Tools of the Trade

i prefer theft to trade

Other Interests

people-watching, cognitive neuroscience, communication theory, fisticuffs, modern dance, mma, outer space, space-wasting, gekiga, dinosaurs