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2024-08-14

My blah has made my life worse. That's why I publish rare, clumped updates - I
don't know if I still want people reading it. But I don't have a diary and my
stuff outside git forges doesn't last, never lasts. Hard drives rust, SD cards
shatter, eMMC chips fry. but there is redundancy on the Internet. And I want to
remember what I've written. And I think some of it is worthy of others' diets.

while it lasted
the words warmed my heart
and gave me something
i didn't know i had
while it lasted
your bed comforted me
i had never slept so well
and i never did again
while it lasted
i saw a sky i'd never seen
breathed air i'd never breathed
heard songs that fascinated me
while it lasted
it meant everything to me
in a hard year
it was something soft
when at last
it meant to leave
for a hard break
its resolution was too soft
and a while later, i forgave it

how did trent reznor feel
when johnny cash took
his song Hurt
and put more hurt
the hurt only age could give
and put it into the song
performing it,
in even reznor's opinion,
better than reznor
i would have burned
red hot rage, and jealousy
for every poem is a lover
and the strummed chords
a tighter matrimony
than any could be given by a priest
a song married to one
that one married to a dozen others
each one means the most
to take it
sacriledge.
trent reznor is cooler than i am
johnny cash was cooler
than i'll ever be
i understand why Not,
and of course Not,
and obviously Not,
but if i was reznor
i would have killed that motherfucker

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