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Guy Next Door

Posted 2 months ago under DINOSAUR, Philosophy, Psychology Tagged: Alienation, bitterness, contemporary despair, cultural imagery, door, emotional detachment, emotional geometry, existential poetry, flat world metaphor, ganga symbolism, godlessness, Guy, hollow intimacy, identity erosion, inner constraint, intimacy failure, introspective literature, margosa metaphor, masculinity and vulnerability, modern loneliness, Next, personal mythology, philosophical verse, Psychological realism, ritual vs meaning, self-reckoning, spiritual irrelevance, unfulfilled desire.

Guy Next Door

Guy Next Door I was the guy next door-
simple, quiet, a little bright,
wanting to fall in love,
a girl to adore.
I went out for a test drive Read more from here...

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Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 70 – The Door

Posted 3 months ago under DINOSAUR, Philosophy, Psychology Tagged: abandonment, absence as erasure, attachment fracture, cultural metaphor, dignity through withdrawal, door, door metaphor, emotional labor, emotional neglect, excuses, existential separation, eyes, first-order truth, friendship betrayal, grief without closure, invisibility, lived disappointment, loss of witness, moral, moral projection, politics, quiet departure, relational asymmetry, relational realism, Ronie Dinosaur, Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 70, self-erasure, social replacement, The Door, unreciprocated bonds, unshared memory, walking away.

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 70 - The Door

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 70 - The Door Those who didn’t value the salt in my tears,
a little smile on my face would have killed their ghosts out of fear.
Maybe I was just standing at the door.
The door was open-
and I had to understand what for: Read more from here...

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