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  • Raw

    Raw

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    M.Hatter
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  • Thoughts from the Throne!

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    M.Hatter
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    In light of Kamala’s new and exciting book, I wanted to post a warm greeting and a thought that came to me while on the porcelain throne: Hello, friends. Today is today, and it is important that we are all here… together… in this moment that we are having, because moments are the building blocks…

  • She

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    M.Hatter
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    She caught me on the street.She wanted to say,“Go fuck yourself”,ButI beat her to it.And so she did.

  • The Weight of Mistakes

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    M.Hatter
    in

    People learn from their mistakes—or so they should. But do they really? Your mistakes come in the form of margin calls, bills to be paid,or some thug named Louie who visits,when you’re not expecting. Or do you? Your penance? Loose change. Rattling in pockets.Heavy enough to notice. Too light to break a window. But forgiving—Ah,…

  • In the Yellow Maverick

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    M.Hatter
    in

    Out on the open road,a young boy, should’ve been in school,instead, a passenger,riding down highways from one trouble spot to the next. We always left just in time,before shit hit the fan,before we made long-lasting friends,before report cards arrived,before we got comfortable,before we called it home,before we felt ashamed of who we were. We hit…

  • My son, I love you

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    M.Hatter
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    A tale to tell of the man unknown, Lost to the world, to hardship thrown, In the veiled market of scant regard, In the shadow cast by life so hard. An orb of light, his heart’s sole crown, A son, his life’s profoundest town. In the echoes of giggles, the patter of feet, He finds…

  • Broken

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    M.Hatter
    in

    I am fundamentally broken In the hush of a thousand midnights, Underneath the star-pricked cloak, I confess to the silent cosmos, “I am fundamentally broken.” In the mirror of my soul’s reflection, There are cracks too deep to mend, A mosaic of shattered memories, A tale too fractured to end. In the orchestra of existence,…

  • What would you do

    What would you do

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    M.Hatter
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    I often wonder what happens at that precise moment when someone passes in their sleep. We are quick to say they went peacefully. Which implies they simply went to sleep, never woke up or had any understanding of what was happening. But…what if they did? What if… You’re asleep and there’s an interruption in your…

  • Old

    Old

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    M.Hatter
    in

    Maybe I’m stupid, maybe too hardheaded , I don’t want to give up I’m old, parts of me starting to sag, gravity is a bitch, so they say. Who are “they” anyways? These days, the cold wind cuts through my clothes, I feel the icy touch in my bones. Theres no escaping the cruel reality, I’m…

  • I refuse

    I refuse

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    M.Hatter
    in

    To be sure, this is the craziest period of my life sitting in this chair, a helpless passenger. A victim of the cruel, but with good intentions,  or so they say,  insanity. So,  I refuse, To be intimidated,  To be used,  To be marginalized,  To be over worked,  To be ignored, To be forced to…