Andrew Wallace

Joined June 2018

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@andrewnotlogan for Instagram and Twitter.

I’m hoping to profit from my existential dread. Maybe if I write something ~you~ find worth while my life will somehow transcend my mortal body and I’ll live on forever... but probably not.

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Sticks and stones
Sticks and stones Sticks and stones may break my bones. The way it goes is rain and snow. We seen the hot we seen the cold.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
10/30/19
I’m that Bad back have the chiropractor crack it. Defensive jabs i’m a sloppy senseless shadow smacker. Follow back, I’m a avid fashion snappy chatter.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
Yana
Remember August- no- September, November? The night we were first together? A house party where the passcode was essentially.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
That Thing
That Thing You know that thing that you do when there’s no one around? That thing that you do when no one asked you to be proud?
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
Hate
Hate. I hate my phone, I hate my notes, I hate my car. I hate the stove, I hate to grow, I hate the yard. I hate the hot, hate the stone, hate the hard.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
Good vs Great
Good vs Great Love is the enemy of hate. Which do you taste when you make a mistake? Which tree grew without changing its ways?
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
Dogs
Dogs I prefer dogs. So much so I treat people like poodles. I assume they know simple directions but wouldn’t expect them to get it when I try expressing my treasure.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
My Element
Ive seen mountains move a thousand miles. I know drive don’t get you far as flight. I know filthy water drown the same.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
For My Teachers
I remember learning more from classmates than teachers. Except the teachers that acted like classmates. They had a lot to offer me beyond wisdom and philosophy.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
Prince/Princess
You’re a prince in a castle. A castle your dad built. A castle you never asked for. A castle that has everything. Until a wizard suggests that you ask for more.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
Girl of my Dreams
I found the girl of my dreams. I think I already knew that I was asleep. The lucidity helped me to perceive that this wasn’t about beauty or truthfully any measure of human connectivity.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets
Self Love
Self Love Love is a light that refracts across a spectrum. Love is as simple as the warmth of a hug. Love is a fickle as switching who you trust.
By Andrew Wallace5 years ago in Poets

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Sticks and stones

10/30/19

Yana

That Thing

Hate

Good vs Great

Dogs

My Element

For My Teachers

Prince/Princess

Girl of my Dreams

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