finding each other’s super special stuff

do you remember your first time

you want me I am delicious

.

caught in dreams I am unable to remember

we order a cake I cannot have

a poem made from a magazine wrapped christmas present advertising bubble tea and botox

It’s not about the being dead part

.

a master at saying look love that way

searching for meaning just seems political and full of chance

to think my parents wanted me to be a lawyer and fight for native american burial rights

Instead I’m eating chocolate

.

I want bacon

I called you

Fuck school

thank you I needed that

.

fuck me

Hey school

Why the fuck am I always crying

Now ducking ice rain

.

I believe the story

not the reality

I protect myself by diverting the people I love to things I think they will love more than me

Every wall a door

.

I don’t know anyone who has fallen for me

certainly not with me in me who knows all my super special skills

also in a losing battle with milk

I am not cured and I think that’s okay

.

I love the particulars of your misshaven lip and you are adorable because … that was a big trigger

I’m going to the foreign food market today

for some sauce and curry taco kimchi fries

they are quite fantastic

.

what are some songs from you

I miss you and I’m sorry

when we played just had sex at the open mic everyone giggled and the korean man laughed uncontrollably with his hands over his ears. my favorite was when you almost dropped the guitar during all along the watch tower

.

and your love is like a planet                               like with juice?

stains mothafucka slang stain

hey got my period today

the earth one

.

not the pc gaming lab in the basement one

the music open night I just had sex one

fuck me I love you

I could put up my pictures on facebook, but I don’t want to perform, tonight inta jus

.

Being told I’m the best hugger

music for four hours I feel peace

mins my home cabbi

I’m really tired like with juice

,

 

imagine age of density

red because it matches our element

.

juice sequins my finger

around sides of wet

.

between she whispers around our insides

have you felt movies about water

.

dear friend do you know how it feels

trapped in a fruit tree

.

as you unless you peel pears

in rooms of bathhouses

.

dear friend do you know what it means

to monarch vinyl

.

bathe your lovely

brown hair between this

.

the moment you pause

and pull out crush

.

gather dying burial right stories

the rain began in words of a fruit tree

the rights of stories

the rain began in words of a fruit tree

3))                  what do you think of all of this snowing

.

2)             how do we forgive strange and prove dos emetic violence was a bad choice tradition

.                               and I freaked out just a tad

.

.

.               1)             the soul interplay      resists nothing                                      reckless in the body is compelled

.                                                                       as a child for autopsy

.                       palms up placed on a page

.

.

.                                               1)                    and her husband is without an ending form                                           did the séance lakeside appetite

.                       the dynamics of the right

2)                    of classical commons

.

.                               if something falls to no one we back to a beginning. we intertwine in constant,

.               I am perhaps falling in with, or a story I perceive I

.                                               love, will

.                                               1)                    evidence from the second           orange like tradition

.

2)                    ya logos

.                       courage meant house

.                       1)                    female deity

2)                    ya hoodie will say look

.                                                                       line marriages in a foreign book

2)             it could only be true if we danced

.

.

.                       1)                    visible as stilts fugue                                                tell her to solicit

.                                               the batteries of her vibrator molecular                             stories how hidden in a lullaby

.                       in vintage black           meat            she redefines body snatchers

.

3))                  this seems the right to bag a violin

 

.                       1)                                    first class sudden     blue

.                                               like the way she fresh cracks petals              eggs

.                                               snowing epoch in a passive sky

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