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05:24 

как перестать форсить бо бернема и начать жить.

матвей кайнер.
laughs but is really sad inside.
"Hanged"
I hung myself today. Hanged? Whatever,
the point is I hanged myself today and I'm still
hanging.

I feel fine. Just bored. I keep hoping that
someone will come home and cut me down
but then I keep remembering that if I knew
someone like that I wouldn't be up here. Bit
ironic, right? Or is that not ironic? I read
somewhere that, like, anything funny is,
in some way, ironic. But I don't know if it's
funny or not. I don't think my brain owns
"funny", you know?

I feel taller. I like that.
I've never been away from my shadow for
this long. It had always clung to my feet,
parting momentarily for a quick dive into
the swimming pool. But never for five
hours. I like it. There's three feet of space
between my two and the floor.
I wanted something this morning. I may be
stuck. But at least I'm three feet closer to it."
- Bo Burnham, Egghead: Or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone

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@темы: саймон говорит, в нашем шапито страшно и темно, spoken word poetry

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2016-06-07 в 20:55 

jaime jaime
I’m laying down, eating snow.
неожиданно.

2016-06-08 в 15:52 

матвей кайнер.
laughs but is really sad inside.
всё-таки ричард, почему неожиданно?

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