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"All the pleasures in the world chased with some hell"
My name is Dylan, I grew in place called Christchurch, New Zealand. Near the arsehole of the world, thousands of dollars from anywhere boring and hateful “the city of dead girls” We have majestic mountains, violence, tourists, bad poets, alcohol. Once the Dali Lama refused to get off the plane to touch the ground there.
Fled to this place called Wellington for a while, then to Melbourne Australia in a home with smashed windows and missing teeth. Yes! ,I never thought I would get off those islands.
I started writing 20 years ago. Spent a lot of the past 12 years writing graffiti. 8 writing hip hop music, 13 drinking. Now back to poetry.
I worked a shit job on a graveyard shift. I pick flowers every day. I was in love with a woman on the other side of the world, so fuck being poor.
Found my way back to her in Europe for a while, but she left me, probably for the best.
So NOW I am out here in Brooklyn, broke and happy, sleeping on floors and rooves tryna give you some poems, hope I see you around. x
Fled to this place called Wellington for a while, then to Melbourne Australia in a home with smashed windows and missing teeth. Yes! ,I never thought I would get off those islands.
I started writing 20 years ago. Spent a lot of the past 12 years writing graffiti. 8 writing hip hop music, 13 drinking. Now back to poetry.
I worked a shit job on a graveyard shift. I pick flowers every day. I was in love with a woman on the other side of the world, so fuck being poor.
Found my way back to her in Europe for a while, but she left me, probably for the best.
So NOW I am out here in Brooklyn, broke and happy, sleeping on floors and rooves tryna give you some poems, hope I see you around. x
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