a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
Friday, September 2, 2016
7 min utes ago
boy thinks he is dating two grrrs because they are hanging out after
class? remarkable tactics like pulling reads. "i don't believe this
science stuff. i don't buy it" *florida? no* "god went through
everything ive gone through" *glance to see if there are eye-rolls*
there are no eyerolls. +ladytron plays in-ear+ one ear in <hey,
playgirl> they all laugh *big love?* he has a slight stutter. he is
button-up, they are shorts and floral tank. shorts and solid tee.
*didn't know they still made duck-bills*
"my father had children at 50, that is the perfect age for a man to
have children...think about it, he is 50 he can buy his car, pay his
bills, thse things are his...my mom is 35." *how is someone under 45
wearing a gold watch and that collared? Verizon Wireless salesman?* he
is collared black button-up, some red applique. +peaches plays+ "my
father worked his way. he was living in a one bedroom apartment with 6
other men. i want to be my father. i don't want to be famous." he holds
his hand in a fist. gold-watch-hand. fist under the chin, when fist
makes a point the pinky pulls away from the packed. pinky directs at the
one without eye contact. engage both. "im not good at anything. i wont
be a singer or dancer or actor or" *wait for it* "but if i did, id be a
singer, i am a pretty good singer. acting, the drama department is
great here. that would be--" solid tee reaches towards air, all fronts
+pixies+ "--but what if you were good. you are good at something. you
know? we all--" <big, big love> boy touches hands-towards with
airs *sweet* drops something, all laughs|FULL ATTENTION TLC|
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