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Tyme Lane
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Aspiring poet and writer part of the blue collar working class.
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October 6, 2025 at 5:34 AM
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October 6, 2025 at 2:28 AM
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August 25, 2025 at 2:10 AM
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August 22, 2025 at 6:33 AM
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August 20, 2025 at 8:10 AM
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August 19, 2025 at 2:31 AM
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August 13, 2025 at 11:41 AM
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August 13, 2025 at 12:06 AM
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August 11, 2025 at 8:27 AM
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August 10, 2025 at 8:09 AM
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August 9, 2025 at 8:31 AM
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August 7, 2025 at 1:37 AM
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This poem's a little fucked up so I had to label it accordingly.

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August 5, 2025 at 8:25 AM
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I wrote this piece a while back, I might as well share it here.

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Louvre of Lost Lenores I misspoke when I asked if making love was off the table. I didn't want you for just your body, your skin of darker bronze smooth as stone and your kisses that would make even the most iron-like hearts turn to silk. No, I wanted to make love to your dyslexic mind, to kiss the neck of your brain from behind as I soothe its manic lows and temper the highs. I wanted to make love to your conflicted heart, to give it some electricity and make it start -- to kiss it and deal the blow of my tongue's intimate arrow. I should have voiced these words before, but now you're a part of the Louvre of my mind, a gallery of lost Lenores.
August 2, 2025 at 7:00 PM
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AI could never make something like this doodle 1
July 31, 2025 at 3:47 PM
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I just got one of my favorite books from when I was a teenager, late in high school, delivered today. Black Rabbit Summer by Kevin Brooks. Nobody talks about this book, but honestly, it's my favorite from the author. I hope you look into it! #books
July 31, 2025 at 3:32 PM
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July 29, 2025 at 1:15 AM
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There was this beautiful art girl in high school named Mallory. You know how it is with art girls - the ones who can make the best pieces are either extremely crazy or extremely spiritual. I don't think there's much of a difference, at least not in my experience. She was one of the kindest people I knew. One day in American History 2, one of the classes we had together back then, there was a spider - a daddy long legs. Some other girl found it and screamed. Mallory got up and picked the spider up. No fear in her at all. No second thoughts. Just got up, picked the spider up, and walked outside to let it go. Everyone made fun of her for it. I looked at her in awe. Looked at her in a different way. Turned out that she was beautiful both inside and out. That's rare. She could have stepped on that spider and got applause for it, no questions asked, but she picked it up and let it go. I wish she'd done the same to me.
July 26, 2025 at 5:19 AM
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Title: Dream home The concept of a dream home always bothered me. It always seemed aesthetic, not functional. A lawn that extends for acres in all directions, winding staircases a garage that can hold 4 cars a glass house by some lake filled to the brim with emptiness begging to be filled up like a cup of water with useless antiques flower pots technologies and generic quotes in picture frames. Sounds like a nightmare if you ask me.
July 23, 2025 at 6:05 PM
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Change Wish you'd seen my transformation. I changed a lot, the people I've lost. I'm a little fatter now, I'll admit. My eating habits aren't exactly the greatest - eating rice and beans when I'm broke, pizza when I'm not. But my heart grew quite a few sizes. Maybe I'll miss and beat and go to the hospital like Mom did. I figured out what love is intuitively, though that's laced with a profound loneliness. Even if I found that one for me, I don't think it would go away. I'm not afraid of death anymore, not afraid of fighting for myself either. Not afraid of fighting at all, really. Sometimes I crave it but I have enough discipline to keep it in check. I can still lose myself at times, but I can find myself again and again, reducing the times by seconds each time. I'm a loser, but I wouldn't want to be anything else. I wouldn't have learned half of this and more if I wasn't. So wherever you guys are - heaven, hell, Earth, it's all the same really - just wanted to let you know I'm doing okay. I still cry over you all though.
July 21, 2025 at 5:37 PM
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This is fucking great #starwars
July 18, 2025 at 2:28 AM
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Rest in peace, my favorite pair of sweatpants. You will always be remembered. Thank you for the three years of service you have provided.
A pair of black American Eagle-brand sweatpants with a hole in the crotch. The wearer of these sweatpants will surely miss them, because if he keeps them, he will rock out with his cock out.
March 15, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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March 10, 2025 at 7:49 PM
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I'm sorry but this is the funniest thing that's ever popped up in my YouTube feed
March 8, 2025 at 1:55 PM
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I got peanut butter on my head
March 3, 2025 at 7:13 AM