loose threads

i escape into words as the world descends, descends
but the walls of pretty distraction
tremble a little more as each day 
stretches into the next

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The World is Too Much With Us by William Wordsworth

a little freak goes a long way

all you have to do is move against the crowd
dress just outside of your gender
grow your hair a little too long
or buzz it down to the scalp
dye it green or let your grays show, baby
let all your body hair roam free, as free   as   the   wind   blows
don’t fix your teeth
free yourself from the box in which society expects you to fit
become a misfit among other misfits
make existence your island
speak a little too loudly about your disdain for authority
roll your eyes at the pearl-clutching squares
who call cannabis the devil’s weed and mean it
wear stripes and polka dots together
fuck complementary colors
CLASH WITH EVERY FIBER OF YOUR BEING
open your mouth to lovers of any gender, no gender, all genders 
gender bend that shit until you’re your own rainbow
dust yourself off                      defy their expectations
do a silly little dance to the beat of their fear
hug trees, chat with the birds, and brake for everything
be soft as butter left out on the counter in spring 
love and love and love
with every fiber of your being
a little freak goes a long way 
to making life bearable 
if you let it 

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