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fuck what you heard

2026-06-03

car noises car noises car noises car noises by making the same noise you dullify the noise at a certain point it's gonna sound therapeutic, as it's predictable so the noise enacted on the paper car noises car noises car noises car noises car noises aren't car noises as there are —hell, cars are identical but cars are not. there are like hundreds of brands so that means there are hundreds of different engines and hundreds of different sound they produce AND I'M NOT COUNTING THE FUCKING DELIVERY MOTORBIKES COUNT THAT TOO MOTHERFUCKER DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH NOISE THAT SHIT MAKES MAAAAAAAAAN I WANT SOME QUIET BUT WHEN I'M ALONE I'M HAUNTED BY NAH FUCK THAT READER I'D BE HAUNTED IF I WAS A GENERIC ASS NOT HAVING MADE PEACE WITH WHO I AM AND WHAT I'VE DONE PERSON BUT THAT AIN'T ME THAT AIN'T ME MY SILENCES ARE VERY SILENT view is now blurred i fucked the herd, fuck what you heard.

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poems can unravel themselves as you read, line by line, at a considered pace — or just sit there, fully visible, like normal.

change this anytime — look for “reading: …” near the top of any poem.

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