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[evoluez]

The Thrashing

I look at you
I see the framework
an intelligent design
your chassis
made of culture and words
It's polished
a perfect game
we've agreed to play

you hid something long ago
you hid it so well but you could
possibly find it again
if we weren't so goddamned civilized

What goal do we pusuit
that would have us suffer in consent
Something at the end of

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[hilarykeller]

Hey you,

I'm glad to see you post. I would love the chance to sit down with you over tea or coffee; whichever works. Keep in touch, you're in my thoughts, and I miss you.

Hilary

[evoluez]

Thank you. I still write on here, but I make 90% of it private. I fear I sound like a 15 year old girl with mental illness who can't grow up, so I keep it to myself.

I would love the change to hang out with you too.

I'm also bummed because livejournal wouldn't accept the formatting on this poem.