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when youve talked to people you dont know for twelve hours a day, for five days straight, on the last day, what do you become? (answer: a shell)
feigning delight. yes, you are my best friend. yes, i care about the sultriness of each bite that you take. yes, i worship you. but only until that cold alien has passed from your pocket to my palm. the entity for which this entire production was staged. until then, i cheapen the word love and label our relationship, however temporary. well fuck, everyone else is doing it.
my words feel brusque, like second day stubble. my joints feel thin.
we are all carnivores, one way or the other. thats the real human condition.
blah blah blah i think too much. two days of only skating.....
i want jeremy and co. to come visit.
feigning delight. yes, you are my best friend. yes, i care about the sultriness of each bite that you take. yes, i worship you. but only until that cold alien has passed from your pocket to my palm. the entity for which this entire production was staged. until then, i cheapen the word love and label our relationship, however temporary. well fuck, everyone else is doing it.
my words feel brusque, like second day stubble. my joints feel thin.
we are all carnivores, one way or the other. thats the real human condition.
blah blah blah i think too much. two days of only skating.....
i want jeremy and co. to come visit.