magpie transients
make me feel better that's all I'm asking you. that's not fair. I'm not asking you to bring
justice to this world. ha well then I'll just say no. ok.
I stood up. my local environs were sucking my face off. I felt pulled without purpose. stretched and stressed out. could we talk about things? you can talk I mean I'm not going anywhere she said (I guess, maybe she sank). I loved her because she was disaffected. I'm not sure what that means but it's something like not giving a shit but still doing things. I mean it's not suicide, it's not isolation. part of the draw and power is in exposing your strong disaffected self to others and fucking with them and feeling more isolated and lonely as a result. do things that are hard to hurt yourself and others but you're not evil, just disaffected. affection for disaffection sums 'us' up.
of course we would destroy each other so I won't go into it. I just want to highlight a few transitory things which are actually eternal because I'm pretty sure they happened (some will continue to happen) and nothing, goddamn nothing in the world can take facts away.
I liked how she like how I danced. I liked her collection of bows and headbands. I liked her connection to contemporary art music and literature but without the attachments of feeling and being relevant. we considered ourselves old anyway, at 22. I would read her books art magazines and insane mind fucking comics while she flew back to pennsylvania every couple of months. we never read together and we were never worried about liking the same things. we successfully never entered a movie theater as a couple.
justice to this world. ha well then I'll just say no. ok.
I stood up. my local environs were sucking my face off. I felt pulled without purpose. stretched and stressed out. could we talk about things? you can talk I mean I'm not going anywhere she said (I guess, maybe she sank). I loved her because she was disaffected. I'm not sure what that means but it's something like not giving a shit but still doing things. I mean it's not suicide, it's not isolation. part of the draw and power is in exposing your strong disaffected self to others and fucking with them and feeling more isolated and lonely as a result. do things that are hard to hurt yourself and others but you're not evil, just disaffected. affection for disaffection sums 'us' up.
of course we would destroy each other so I won't go into it. I just want to highlight a few transitory things which are actually eternal because I'm pretty sure they happened (some will continue to happen) and nothing, goddamn nothing in the world can take facts away.
I liked how she like how I danced. I liked her collection of bows and headbands. I liked her connection to contemporary art music and literature but without the attachments of feeling and being relevant. we considered ourselves old anyway, at 22. I would read her books art magazines and insane mind fucking comics while she flew back to pennsylvania every couple of months. we never read together and we were never worried about liking the same things. we successfully never entered a movie theater as a couple.