Spaceship

I open the door and there you are
in the center of what feels like a spaceship
the door’s creaky and it’s quiet outside
and it feels like this place is in motion with it’s constant fanning
and somewhat emptiness
isn’t it strange how it came to be?
It’s sort of a pathetic miracle indeed
finding things that tempt your heart in the least concerning of places
you glance at me
your eyes peel to my direction
wherever I go
… I didn’t know I’d respond similarly
leaning on the central counter by your side
having a quick chat about nothing
finding more meaning in the silences
and the few words that get to the point
like into your pants
not used to this type of attention
probably a thirtieth one for you
but
each one nonetheless more real
like a bountiful of me and a bountiful of you
just hot baked goods in love
on the sidelines
with a slit dress
peripherally

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Web crush

“What is reality… but just a fragment of a dream?”

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“Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is succulent
And so are you.”

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“F this world! F society! Alas, F life!

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“Roses are blue
Violets are blue
The universe is blue
My balls are blue.”

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“Hi guys. I’m gonna be taking a little break, my grandmother is dying.”

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“My abstract woryld”
Untitled

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“The planet, as we know it, will disintegrate in the year 3001.”

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“I’m so naked… and so afraid.”

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“Poverty is an unnatural man-made phenomenon stemming from the industrial revolution that in itself roots from the widespread and destructive scale of agriculture post a frugivore human lifestyle.”

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“I may be dying at a relatively fast rate.”

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Comment: “Take care!”
Comment back + like: “Thanks!”

[Dance video]

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“You are my life, you are my soul, you’re with me when I close my eyes, you’re with me where ever I go. I think of you in the morning, I dream of you as the last thought before I close my eyes at night. In every step I feel you, in everything that I do, I do for you. Your existence creates me; it keeps my heart beating, my blood pumping; it keeps me breathing and it turns me alive. Without you I’m nothing but an empty vessel; empty like a desert, empty like the moon, empty like the billion rocks that roam around this world, spinning and spinning into an uncertain future that neither one of us can hang on to, can grasp, can hold, can love and snuggle around our arms. I want to hold you, kiss you, and keep you close to my chest where you belong. This is where you will remain. So near and dear. So immersed you are in every fiber of my being; weaved into my skin.”

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“Lies! It’s all lies! The world is a lie, the society is a lie, the life of you and I…
is a lie.”

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“Hi! I would like to share a new recipe for an omelet. Break eggs up, put in chopped up onions, add a sprinkle of salt and make sure you thoroughly cook it.”

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[Blank post]

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“Does anyone have tips on how to get laid?”

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“Does anyone have tips on how to save on car insurance?”

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“…”

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“Sdfds.”

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Comment: “Are you ok?”

“I love you.”

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Arm’s length

We grew up an arm’s length apart. I watched you
Make a mess out of your life, although I never participated. I just found out, ultimately.
But there you are, wearing that shirt in which you shine. God, you are so handsome. Being around you makes me feel insecure; it feels like you’d slip out of my arms any time. And there’d be no point in prolonging any courtship, because it’d take a million ton of weight
To keep me from not liking you
Automatically.
I’d hate this repetitive and cursed beautiful song
In which I’d been a victim of
A burden for you to have to drag a girl so giddy
And a trap for me ’cause I could never think clearly
It’s something in the winds that influence my colors
I helplessly dance along its trail as it combs my hair
I spin while it wraps me with intoxication
In a bundle, a fabric of some sort of love
What you’re left to see is a girl who’s a bit dull
So I beg you
To break it all
I’m not myself when I’m with you I lose it
It’s in your virtue to seek that what makes you shine
And when you’ll find her
You’ll always
Break this ghastly heart of mine
To not to love is a curse and to do it will kill
We’ll live in this amnesiac, half dead dream
At arm’s length
Looking elsewhere

 

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Late 90s crushes

Between the ages of fourteen and sixteen, I was desperately in love with college guys. From the dirty window of my prison school bus, I could see them freely walking around the nearby campus with plaid shirt and loose jeans on, nonchalantly listening to music in their headphones while carrying a low hanging worn backpack. I held my breath and couldn’t wait to go to college. A few years later, I entered the same campus as a student myself and stood there on the sidewalk with my backpack on. But it just wasn’t the same.