May 2013
61 posts
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fourdudeswhowrite:
Ethan and Josiah meet up to...
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It already has two typos…wtf
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Recently just made a recorded session/potential podcast with a couple dudes where we talked about poetry and writing and art. It’s going to become a regular thing so when it has more things to offer all of you I will upload stuff on here. I hope many of you are interested because we had a blast doing it and our main goal is to just get it out there and to inspire people to write or read or...
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Every Time and Every Thing
I want to be someone you find in a bookstore yelling and jumping and waiving my arms fan-girling over some author or book you’ve never read, one you’ve never even heard. I want every time we meet to be the first time I see you after a long vacation or years of going to school in a different state. I want everything to be a first edition holographic shadowless Charizard card from...
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Raise The Curve: In Restraint We Find Our Strength →
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I’m Mr. Try Hard from nowhere.
Never anon
The Official U.S. Time is 00:21:47 (A digital... →
joshuarobertlong:
I was just sent an email regarding this. It’s an ebook I wrote last year. The point of the collection was to create something within a small window of time. Unedited, unrevised, etc. You can download it by clicking the link above.
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Goodnight
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12:02:51
I am sleeping on an air mattress I am carving the days into the dresser I am keeping count of the days I am scratching incoherent symbols that represent the amount of hours I’ve laid on thin rubber and sections of air I am slipping the knife from my hands I am letting it slide along my upside-down arm I am thankful it is not cutting my arm but I am imagining that it is anyway
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11:53:33
I came to you on a cold night a lonely night where the wind shook the windows and the snow created a sleekness that I had not yet seen in the random Missouri landscapes My nose was cold and my fingers too so cold I couldn’t answer the phone when you called me back asking if I had walked down the block far enough to see your house on the corner of Walnut Street I stood waiting for you at...
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11:51:04
I’m biting my fingers not the nails but the skin on each side it is softer and not as sharp I don’t know how many more times I will be told to stop or see my cratered fingertips in the shower before I go cold turkey
