We are flesh.dirt.scum. with no reason except being and there is no-
supreme.
There is science and chemicals and astronomical charisma-
and then rust
decay
plateuplateuplateu...
nothing. fuck. nothing. just specks and drama for what?
i'm waiting for them. I'm waiting for the interference. I'm waiting for the truth. But it never reaches. So we put god into our fingernails and we build monstrosities to save ourselves and it's bullshit! bullshit! bullshit!
logic-reason, the only true things in this life. in this universe. in our
"intelligence"
yes. sad and true, but nothing.
I'm tired tonight, Lily. I'm very tired. And I'm wondering what you are trying to be with your sonnets and what not. I'm wondering what you're trying to say with your condemning previews-lyrical and frothy-
but-
what?
And it isn't poetry you keep...no...no...it's secrets. you're out for the intrigue, kid. Aha. Yes. Been there before. And it's bullshit. So tell the story. Just tell it. And make them scream and orgasm with wiggles and giggles of delight. you know the way. goddamn, you don't surprise me. goddamn, nothing does.
goodnight Lily. Goodnight. I'm doing well. I have clothes for you in my flat. We must meet in order for you to take them. GooddayGoodnightGoodday.
If my condemning and frothy previews do not surprise you (as I know nothing does) so be it. As I sit in the heat and the crying and wailing of the little Bronxcicle ray of sunshine I am priveleged to sit on, I do wonder, does anything at all throw our Miss Sarah Jayne?
No. Not. Quite. But the name flows so well off the tongue.
At this point I casually slip in the news. The big 15 news. The birthday of yours truly. Passed. On Sunday.
THEY'RE GONNA PUT ME IN THE MOOOOVIEEES! THEY'RE GONNA MAKE A BIG STAR OUTTA MEEEEEEE!
There are billions of stars-
and what have we become?
We are flesh.dirt.scum. with no reason except being and there is no-
supreme.
There is science and chemicals and astronomical charisma-
and then rust
decay
plateuplateuplateu...
nothing. fuck. nothing. just specks and drama for what?
i'm waiting for them. I'm waiting for the interference. I'm waiting for the truth. But it never reaches. So we put god into our fingernails and we build monstrosities to save ourselves and it's bullshit! bullshit! bullshit!
logic-reason, the only true things in this life. in this universe. in our
"intelligence"
yes. sad and true, but nothing.
I'm tired tonight, Lily. I'm very tired. And I'm wondering what you are trying to be with your sonnets and what not. I'm wondering what you're trying to say with your condemning previews-lyrical and frothy-
but-
what?
And it isn't poetry you keep...no...no...it's secrets. you're out for the intrigue, kid. Aha. Yes. Been there before. And it's bullshit. So tell the story. Just tell it. And make them scream and orgasm with wiggles and giggles of delight. you know the way. goddamn, you don't surprise me. goddamn, nothing does.
goodnight Lily. Goodnight. I'm doing well. I have clothes for you in my flat. We must meet in order for you to take them. GooddayGoodnightGoodday.
Me
and
Her
and
She
Fucking
SarahJayne
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As I sit in the heat and the crying and wailing of the little Bronxcicle ray of sunshine I am priveleged to sit on, I do wonder, does anything at all throw our Miss Sarah Jayne?
No. Not. Quite. But the name flows so well off the tongue.
At this point I casually slip in the news. The big 15 news. The birthday of yours truly. Passed. On Sunday.
THEY'RE GONNA PUT ME IN THE MOOOOVIEEES! THEY'RE GONNA MAKE A BIG STAR OUTTA MEEEEEEE!
OhyesohyesohyesohnotimefortoystorytwoIvebeencommandedtowatch.
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