February 2012
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January 2012
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POEM: A Rushing in the Ears Unto Death
A Rushing in the Ears Unto Death Susurrus, you fleeting glimpse of dashing ear with salty shake a sliver of caress and yes. You sideswipe my sense of sound like the Doppler of a siren passing—pitch inflecting ambulance grief with more urgency than that rushing blare implies while still.  The tintinnabulation of my grandmother’s chimes intertwined with my impression of regeneration, spring...
Jan 27th
Christian values
autumninmichigan: Whenever people say that we need to return to our Christian values I’m like, “Yes! We should totally help the poor and love people unconditionally and preserve God’s Earth just like Christ taught us.” And then they’re all, “No, I mean we should hate the gays.” I know we haven’t met, but I love you. Fucking brilliant.
Jan 26th
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Fuck.
Jan 22nd
December 2011
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My desire to marry Ryan Gosling is being severely affected by how violent drive is.
Dec 30th
POEM: The Interconnected Rages →
Dec 29th
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POEM: The Interconnected Rages
The Interconnected Rages  My anger sketches out the landscape an architect of scratchy twigs and jagged lines (I feel something deeper than need and thus unnameable) insistence I have a big thing to say. To winter even the least of my worries—insurmountable. Slicker than a seal looks, oily, black like crude-soaked down. My weeping robs its tears from famine victims whose breaths billow a...
Dec 28th
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Anonymous asked: I am so sorry about Keith. I wish something could have been done to prevent this from happening. May you find comfort in your loss.
Dec 28th
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This mall is a living nightmare.
Dec 24th
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Mostly unrelated
pdxtogo: Garfield is still the least funny comic.  What about Family Circus?
Dec 22nd
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I prefer to think of J.K. Rowling as an...
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Dec 19th
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I'll be home for Christmas...
In Montana. Safe and sound. Man it’s been a fucked up couple months. Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime.
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TOO HIGH TO DIE
For realz, yo.
Dec 4th
Expecting to be sedated by professionals soon. At McDONALD’S IN HELL
Dec 4th
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The things I MUST do in order to live a happy...
1. I have to open my eyes to and fully appreciate the staggeringly overwhelming beauty of the world every single day. 2. I have to comply with my methadone maintenance program. 3. I have to keep all appointments for mental health, including 1-on-1 counseling, psychiatrist (as in prescribing) appts, group therapy sessions, anything and everything they ask of me, starting with my intake...
Dec 3rd
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robisreal asked: How's it going?
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November 2011
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People are so mean and it makes me want to cry.
Nov 11th
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Keith drowned in my bathtub today.: A Poem
Keith drowned in my bathtub today.                 Ross Robbins in memory of Keith McClung            b. October 18th, 1978            d. October 5th, 2011 Corpora lente augescent cito extinguuntur                 -Tacitus 1. Cracked linoleum, cat litter. Panic. Bathtub yellowed, brown hair drifting, Floating, fetal and dead. Keith drowned in my bathtub today. A white can of duster (Keith ...
Nov 10th
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Why does Trimet dispatch 1-car trains at rush hour?! #FFFUUUUU
Nov 10th
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Grief; The Days Coagulating One Into the Next (A...
Grief; The Days Coagulating One Into The Next Ross Robbins I work at my wailing, my daily occupation. Riding the light-rail, a ghost bike slips past. Its placard inseminates blood with quickening, The rider’s putrefaction wets the soil. Proteins unzip, My dead friend melts elsewhere. I murmur, I breathe myself to sleep, My blanket fleeces these feelings with a softening touch. Blue skies...
Nov 10th
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The Burning Monk (a poem)
The Burning Monk By Ross Robbins  1. (Mortality; How easy, forgetting.) This explosion is looking for its place to happen. The way my fist uncurls, you think: One day the sun will burst  bottle of whiteout, spilled, washing ink this inevitable erasure, this force. And not even that long, really, our leaves bud lush, turn to fireworks, then the scuff of my sole, gritty, in the end it hardly even...
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Nov 9th
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Slutty girl on MAX obviously dying for attention. #DaddyIssues
Nov 8th
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soylenth replied to your photo: Apathy just woke up on my belly :-) Apathy is a pretty awesome name for a cat btw :) Jealous I didn’t think of it first. Thanks :-) A couple years back, I remember telling a friend that Apathy would make a beautiful name for a girl—if only it had a different definition! But when I got my beautiful kitten, I decided to take the word and re-frame it. So now,...
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