F O O N M O O L
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FOONMOOL is she who is fooled by the moon, writing the nonsensical to the art and designs of those whose inspire. You can find her full profile on instagram @foonmool
Lost Generation
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Losses are first counted by
Numbers
Later exemplified by 3D
Graphics
Colorful charts and graphs
Artistic shock
Then they enter conversations on balconies
Over wine and crackers with friends
Reflecting on their own
Generation,
alive
And they think about those
Numbers
They disect them into something that makes
sense
Into something other than 3D films, charts, and poetic graphics
Into a great loss that is neither beautiful nor desensitized
And the only way to think about such loss
Is to think about every individual lost
Mind
Of a collective
Lost generation
Metaphors Going Rogue
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Meet me under the last blanket
In an cucumber pear, bare room
Scoop out the memories from your amygdala
And stuff them under the most uncomfortable couch
You ever sat on
Under the last blanket
Give me a new name that reflects my plant life
And stick the rooty meanings of my new name into the floorboards
Growing in a downward spiral of fishnet stockings
Feed the last blanket
Dont stop
Rock the last blanket to dreams
Years Without Meat
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The day he stopped eating meat was 30 days ago to this
Day
13:00 o'clock
Turned off by the taste, he said
Did he even consult the brain? Surely the tastebuds have other tastes to suckle, but the brain, that meaty lump, needed its ingested counterpart
So up there the taste lingered and accumulated
A silent torture for 345 years he has suffered
Suppressing a brain that will never forget
The taste of flesh
THINGS WE HOLD SERIES
I.
I know now how Lorca filled
a thousand pages
I know now the handbook
To suicide is a must-read
I had this knowledge now
Perhaps we all know what it is to be
Chronic
To breathe with the mouth
And not the nose
I either want the lapsing slowness
Of your hand finding me
Or the burning speed of crossing the street on a red light
But please,
Nothing in between
The balance of it all
I no longer wish for in equal handfalls
Stuntman
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go round and do what you do
and while you do it
make eye contact
with everyone watchin you do what you do
let them know
your purpose
your sincerity or insincerity
your fallacy
your intent
do you have one? or none?
the stuntman is watching you