(no subject)
I am cognitive -- again. Why do you hate me?
Shit, the volition for which my memory is encapsulated, I remember you: still.
I am sounding out your name, rehearsing this antipode, fuck, diatribe; our petty little conversations in my head, no more, and less smart than the songs we recorded to magnetic tape. Just for one another as juxtaposition.
Shit, the volition for which my memory is encapsulated, I remember you: still.
I am sounding out your name, rehearsing this antipode, fuck, diatribe; our petty little conversations in my head, no more, and less smart than the songs we recorded to magnetic tape. Just for one another as juxtaposition.