Now that I actually noticed it I’m thinking about all these scenarios where I really thought that I was in love with this guy and he was like everything and then, now that I remember correctly something about that situation was related to period sex. I don’t know what love is, I never did. Either…
Tag: truth
Hominids at Home
Happily hating everything that we’ve ever made or done or said because the way we build includes and requires deconstruction we all function as our future and our demise a prize for a limited time so while we use it all up including our selves we destroy balance with accidental purpose happily hating everything and…
Lady Philosophy
It’ll twist you up, I promise. You’ll follow all the rules and fail. You’ll read and re-read the formula and fuck it up. And so you grasp on desperately clinging to any little thing you can repeat you keep turning the other cheek because you heard that somewhere and you keep inviting dumb ass people…
October 1582
In the span of 365 mornings and evenings You could learn to crawl You could start and stop and start You could fall in or down or off You could prove how crazy you really are to the one that you claim to love You could come to grips with the fact that you and…
Gamma Butyrolactone
A full work day damn near 7 hours He came over at 11:30 AM I was worried but I wasn’t afraid of him He felt the same fucking way, scared because he could have encountered anything that reckless gambling but he got me and I got a work day from him too but it felt…
The Temple of Osiris at Abydos
It’s because the cut is right and because the cut is right the whole of the universe exists on the very end of my emotional string, my happening, my being is nothing and within that nothing lies everything. It’s because its easy enough and doesn’t require much fuss and is a reflection of us and…
Portishead and Jim Beam
I’m weird because I can barely see and my mind makes up the deficit by making me over feel… I’m hypersensitive as hell. Over here, over feeling. Everything is painful. Beauty. Hope. Love. Is there a such thing as better anymore if there ever was? I don’t know anything much if I ever did or if…
The Last Deaths of 2018
How the monster saved me today was our most recent and evidently last conversation. He was reminding me how much he missed me physically and that if we’d ever decided to be anything it would have been fun and then ultimately ruined One of us would fuck it up or possibly both of us and…
Smells Like Sage
I need to do what? Pull my bootstraps up? It’s not even 8 am yet and I’m stressed. Oh please, oh please don’t give me that bootstrap speech. My grandmother, rest her, child of the great depression used to run me that fucking line constantly. It’s probably one of the reasons that I’m in therapy…
