we are a touch - to a screen

dialogical, relatable. a relationship between individual and society.
we break with history and ask for the supposed. a speculative inauguration.

we were cancelled by the children of industry, less the access to facilities
<one of the best><eyeroll> symbolic language
media, technology, superfluous cultural procedure (what the word is)

sansserif,monospace,geometric,narrow, similar to eurostile

we move slow in animations that form a former surveillance officer of e-commerce into a collage.
(hang my picture) employed for the month (official photos to hang)

a two-person show: a power [secretly] of the people

the roach was smoking the cigarette

throw anger, starving

into a sitting practice,
circa july+ august

one thing at a time. escape into the sea
covering the anger, starving

daddy's fansite fact: we come from nowhere. a swamp.

we think of these fortuitous moments.
was really ^was the first flight in the alone.
the story, my loves, always come out, first. over 50. strangers.

estranged compliment

buried in pain

they said the space i made was the only safe
body-in-differ: all presence
to perform that small magic.

2 years post-want

I'm 2020, a broken 2018 body. moved as quickly.
They have become a symbol of wht we can manifest.
And, it's a Comeback year.

I've lost 75% of my body so far this year

another forsooth apocalypse
you lose your body too
digital detritus in the heart
~always searching for an owned-lost data

every time the rain falls. think of me.

she said: of course you do--they're physically unavailable.

dear whomever, you see me really well. xoxo, k.

thinking is better than being.
we normally do that. fizzle.

and, maybe we just stop. so much with the "keep going."

a identity of generation found a liberation on the internet.

you sound like you are under water. {wash me with your hands}

cannot tell you enough (closed) how much i love (you) the Marriott

2 day grace: overcome with gratitude.

and, we want to say tender things to everyone we know.
how we think about them often.
when we see. when we learn. when we act. almost bought.
:that time you said in front of everyone: is a really kind person, actually.
(some casting calls)
our favorite color. food. book. unimaginable.

we are full of our selves :ATTN:

this is a kind of apology

we: just want to be friends

faking own death in about 3 hours.

i said: who do you love? and, are you for sure?
(i wanna lounge w/ you. i do what i gotta do)

but we left a hand in darkness. we read them--like theory.

I alway knew it would end, bodily.

get ready, social, for this emo rollercoaster.
I said(!) the end was just the beginning of the end.

just. the. idea. of being thirsty (instead of Tired) HELLO WORLD

"there is acid in my freezer"

internet search: if someone offers you acid does that mean they like-like you?

dodged a bullet, there, there,
remember when you were fully intrigued, system-type-thing?
pre-pre--integration. assimilation. wet a f l w r in your company.
((old school. welcomes.
made a mad little seed out of your stare--I said I should have been more.

that knife: you're smarter than that

sliding doors games: wish it were we
-i am your apocalypse- records of the dream domain
                                      before they laid their flat upon
                                      me flesh hoard in the darkest
-i thought myself an exile, between two mountains-

but, i thought you were smarter than you...then. 

i slept on ice so i wouldn't move towards you

there are these moments we can identify when we should have been More.
but. .we are what we are.

i saw it on their desk. they kept it (!) i mean, it was in a stack of papers. oh;(

if we weren't you. we were against you.
//no more i love yous
put your seat belt. you put on your seat belt.
//desire.  despair.  desire.  despair.

share, comment, save, more myth than reality (w/e that means)

love met expectantly with cruelty in (nov and) dec
what a way to end. a partners (in crimes)
waiting in a box. i game there so much.

an indulgence chant, have we before?

known wastelands: throat and lungs,
into the Air they cut a card
we've never known. A /S/ L              |judgement|

a simple text. a button. it's not even *real*

I  F I N D  Y O U [ON MY PERSON]

I find you on my personal computer.
we A S S I G N E D you that intimacy before REQUESTED.

a simple text.
a [BUTTON]      
it's not even  *real*

a farther figure U+F60E

last of the surveillance. we say exhausted. over. done.

immaturity feast: we think more of you now that paramore is dead.

that STRONG digipet, we are
`full` for ATTN.           thot-narcissism was a key.

(sorry for the way we looked at you) it was a kind of lie.
                                       we didn't think a `toy` could with emotion.

that forest scene. from a mouth we could barely breathe.

the finest girl I'd ever seen.
an accent to go with it, I'm telling you she's mean.

decontextualize the bodies.
under purview. some laws.
lean in: situate knowledge.
hold her hair back for her.
make space for [difference]

    :you look just like Inuyasha sitting there on that tree:
::little one, you need to learn what it means to be owned::

our art is planet-bad, no wonder we called ourselves a vaudeville act for dd.

your *new institutional meat*
                                      meet me in the bathroom. O
but i told her that i wanted you to love me again. exploit if that's contingency.
with an understanding: double damn, daddy. i guess that's what we messed for.

WARDROBE: tell all the truth

[but tell it slant]

I'm official. Dying. Sprung. In the end of time no-less.

what we think of : get us into trouble : are trouble

we watched your old friends         | newness send us on
we thought tendency of the tone   | in front of everyone
we beloved with teeth together     | at 4:02 am
you and your book, spoken concise. re-read that faithful night, when you covered my advice and character in a thumbnail that includes something, like, the way we bite the inside of a mouth (RBM).

to be sure of masking, dom+sub for effort.
*inspired, but feelings less to invoke*

Libra is Earth, how dare you $$$

we want to see you suffer so that we know (buy) success is fun

a world where tragedy and terror breeds fame. notoriety drowns out humanity.

we are a valid experience. the only thing that doesn't cause cancer: vegan water (read virgin, purity, haunt)

101. 'bisexual' used to be used to describe gender ep.

our love is in our room.
                                     .linguistically diverse.
we are packing a leave
and they are on the phone
speaking a language we cannot
"indiscernible, indiscernible, 
I'll send you the PDF"

we worry our opportunity
                                            .dry.
but we know we are selfish.

.transport the body from one side of the water to the other.

Bolsheviks said: let us learn from the french revolution
and then did the sam'o shit.
//Don't B Evil.

there is no news things left. Nowhere, Utopia

when blood is mentioned, reason departs (side eye)
she said: very deep. in us all.
they called it: sacrifice, victim, scapegoat
but (Side. Eye.)
"When a leader evokes Blood, it is to arouse support."

one or two words of renewing a history. re:history.

demon-ated by our own *savage past

we are gathering, hard rapid, to simulate                   i like it

the left hand does not know (the darkness)
does not want (of darkness) what the right does.

and, so it stays, a system built               like it

laborcore? staplercore? ~nude panty hose

aesthetic, my atic: esthe
1 9 9 2
bank teller
NTHG

but, white out
for correction fluids

bought a tall, *heat*, blonde tool from an e-seller

with oppositional politics: a forum, a bulletin, a chat room -half full-
*go invisible*

would sell se if we had it, brainiac.

it's a .rough ride. to think of you
you the debt of difference
make a living

[between panic attacks in your studio]
second bedroom: office
bedroom: sleeping bag, your car
yet, we say, we say it again, full-farce sarcasm: vacay-for-pay!

we give space for thought. thank you. we know.

Pixar hug scandal:
cannot breathe, corporeal calls.

a horror room, re: locker filled hall. any, some mall.

cum inappropriate for your career

i write a proposal, a self-sustaining burn.
exorcise the possessed, we enjoy a relationship with a body
without prospect.

owner

hot like high school, better than dancing for daddy.

under.
your.
roof.

subs are 38 helvetica (lol)

silicon valley tactic:

fake it til you make it. disruption. set to this, ideologically a successful project.

two different rhetorical worlds: a multiverse with a demise

-sustainable practice
-community of artists
-active in field

daddy's fansite fact:

we came from nowhere
the swamp

circles somewhere, he took the breath from my open mouth. a storm locked eyes for the search for someone else.

that strong digipet

you are secured. we are precarious.
we listen like open arms for a plight we can't right.

we are full with ourselves too. your hard narcissism.
sorry for the way we looked. it was a kind.   of lie. and,
we didn't think a *toy* could, with emotion.

a button, and it's not even *real*

share , comment , save: more myth than reality

known wasteland: throat and lungs: into the air they card a card we never knew.
find you on a personal computer. assigned that intimacy before it was Requested.
V+F60E

//we slept on ice so we wouldn't move towards you.

the digital text

the gluten-free & woman-aligned

[space]

shadow meat: we've quantified a life
and trimmed he hair, a quarter inch too thick

uncontrolled intimacy, together a forehead

the end of cyberspace

I'm in the middle of a campaign
and, I'm playing with other people.

We didn't jump like they jumped.
We had a fear. The slowness isn't tactical,
but we'll insist otherwise. The end is near.

we told the remarkable story of they

 no one knows how i survived

*fear   me*

also, you are nice and smart and easy to look at

we are insufferable in-loves
*a warning sign*
sorry to leave you
to bro down
w/
 your throat out

is there a mean equality

that allows a rouge violate/that preforates
a normative thing/a space to come in
*all safety* and have a cup of tea.

write-well-fast

they said: but, i am not the internet

sitting in front of screen
trying to decipher
something you wrote me 3

texting her links
understanding for fists
not even the want back

could climb that built for overzealous (yet affluent) mediocrity

in&out, a standing (net profit) next to me

we are
Where
history
makes
on the back of language

*no patience*

practical and heartbroken. nobody is winning

we thank you for your serviced pain.
treat you to bad, pomo internethiphop
what is literal poems, even?

and, i want you to like-like me like i'm a hot pie

i love inuyasha, you kind of look like inuyasha today

we are the most heartthrob

and, we fell for it. "vegan edibles near me"
the id wants what the id wants

deny + mimic that hand

it closes in
above the head,
without a theory in its heart

~know that this is no longer our memory to carry~

we gave you the best recommendation, which we always relate to movie reviews

a performance for a performance

and, i know you have... new institutional meat
but, i wanted you to love me again. with an understanding
that we cannot help it. we are always dancing for daddy//

we said we were a vaudeville act. for daddy.

please

tell me why my fellow .my fellow.
prof might touch my back

to get an attention, for sure
instead of saying .say my name. .say. .my. .name.

...when i was playing a fatherfucking in-class video game with one of my amazing students!  

[search] "how bad is my recent art for the planet"

very fcking toxins in the air supply

we are night here . waiting .

but, we don't want anything to happen

we are a manipulation to make our absence form harder.

labor: i am sad
labor: i will just be
labor: i am glad

i had no intention of seeing it through

1)and, i wrote us into existence.
what's the joke again (friend?)
2)into any context.
discourse of the hour: our (love)
|||

just to head in the right direction

and, we won't send her pics. and a mixtape won't get us back.
and, I'm like, are you going to drunk-text me something embarrassing?
otherwise, how do I know you care!? what is this mature relationship thing?

story time

i sold myself as a stage. to a director on.
and became a play upon.

he said life-sex-death, and i wrote it down, towards a public.
         [nothing^between]

a space for talent
[we were a +one]

inside-outsider, privilege in the margin
more understated than you, trust fund. garish, but useful.
[exploration and examination of the quality of being. excluded]

In Middle Birth, at an institution that didn't know how to love me, she said:

between the coasts.
(somebody bad dies)

i saw some land of apocalypse//they should have hated me for it
//too nothing to survive
and former sci-fi authorship
professor who doesn't leave, not even in dream
every word i wrote for an institution that didn't know how to love me
(and the words I've arranged moreover)

i think im married too

I told her that desire was boring capital and she took it as a challenge and everything i think of is work and
labor is no good. Her father worked in a factory in 80s germany and during a strike, they became creative,
a mean production, and i am rethinking leisure. Maybe we just want to lay inside her, sunlight afternoon, in
our woods, where she runs. Eyes and ears like a cat. I think im married.

a token, history wrote me last month

*i collected a glorious forest. Starving, escaped the sea alien. To an arrangement wished dry*

Manifestation, Aries:

I wrote her into me. *hold a hand inside* before i met her. (to make an interesting jealous--it didn’t work) i named her of difference, but other details prevailed *unknown language in our room* country of origin, past patronage. *indiscernible speak, indiscernible speak, indiscernible speak, Trickle down feminism, indiscernible, margaret thatcher, speak* she dreams of me (valerie and wonders) willing to harem the time of day: innocence is kink *her muscles are really strong and smooth and i’m there (sprung) i’d suck her dick all day, every day.

a cop held his hand on my open window for 15 minutes to small talk this hostage

Story time, my storyteller, “what you do is fundamentally different than what I do. I write poetry with mind for structure and language, you write with theory.” “I doubt you are writing sestinas.”

I guess it’s sex and I’m there now.

*only has trouble articulating ~feelings~ a told of lack. Real. we apologize only for...she says, 

Never do that with me. Feelings are everything. I want to know how to make you feel good. I only want to make you feel good. All of your ideas are work. Work is not good. Dinner. Romance. Shoes?

:SPAWN: competitive individualism *** (pics, or I didn’t happen) ***Kraus would be proud.

I did an artist talk on-recent and gained zero. New. I turned down two solos. What career?

Performance of self. Self as performance. Everyone .       military complex | dream house

HIkey heartbroken every week for 10

To be optimized: the self: .millennial.      A full stop on either side, I wanted to know her better.

I weigh my paper, so

I can guilt my own. A poem we’ve contrived from a pound, a performance of written over the past month.  *this is the first break in a year--besides an XXXmas, which is hardly free--capital $ days in: we feel useless. This body is a worth of labor w/o difference of subject.

.it isn't always physical.

it isn't always voice,
the way we need to expand the stage,
.mutation of acceptance 
we need the same off-stage,
for sameness:
 inability to see self reflected

teaching:

every social configuration needs representation.
but they hire you.
and now some task.
every social configuration needs empowerment.

a love letter written to align perspectives

how disparity arises out of hope
[post-space]assumptions
everything is unfortune irony

radical acceptance [rates] of difference as aggressive, but not violent, sociological restructuring.

(including within the body)

decentralization of power
performed across platforms.
publishing a dematerial relation
in multiples, hybridized, like its 2015

//opening
//to contradiction
honesty
//break language, breaker worlds.

.a simple composition of existing worlds.

from notes & theory

bullets for talk
connections too--
practice of timed delivery.

they are sorry, but

a note:
i am conditioning myself.
not to think of you.

we can become friends again, in the Stacks.
i know (most of all) my limits. can privilege with words.

unattractive. find one.

we have a child scar with a health of interest
we waited to be worthy .
we believed in ourself, butterfly.

that free, european ego cannot compute.
a #1 need. standardized text: top percentile.
                                               we go unidentified.

we are a silent cry in a public restroom after midnight

come in. find we.

*fear  me*

a contract written for full allowance before that consent was born

2x a week for 12 weeks
tell it all. make it easy.
reveal a thing before it breaks
dire selfish, droll desire.

and, we want you.
but, we don't want to hurt you.
but, we are selfish, so we continue.

in the surround. hot bodies, leagues, tropes.
a way to fund a life:we live like children(?)

welcome to us.

imagine you are mono

your body is a rare for desire.
you go *wet* w a glance.

you read countless books, rooms filled w eyes''''''''''
a study without a body, untoward feeling, years

go wet
get off
it's innocent
     ~a rhetoric we cannot debate, built on horror
                                                                  go wet.
                                                                  get off.
~a rhetoric built in the capital of desire
                                                              we
                                             cannot delete.

a list of throwbacks in a text

a haunting. a statement, 2 years ago, fraud:
but, you have no digital risk.
(but what about
    that one time?
what about that!?!)

we are romance for our own image

tall. heat. blonde.
tall, heal, blonde

pathetically devoted to me forever

me: have you ever seen--that scene from tommy boy, Who Cares? There's Still the Meat Lover's Pizza in the Trunk

and, i dream. and, she dreams.

despite all life choices. a simple fact:
when we need cash, there's a white man in our pants.




{(badumbump)}

marry me, my married

we don't fuck with fidelity
    we feel safe.
    we fail rate.            all about control.
we prefer to call it uncompromising. brat.
we are what we are.

about waste.

poetry. apps. backpacks.
      [tonight]

we are sprung.
but (!) we aren't in trouble.
we hold all the cards...
an equitable number of cards.

[we are not advanced, but]
    alarmingly manifest.

we choose our partners like our opportunities

26 yards.
   | 25 yards.
entirely unsustainable .
the entire show made of vinyl & mylar .

an affront to the organizations (even we'd rather) funded over art//

"i hate the player, and the game"

It’s a strange feeling at the end of the world. A cultural critic like standing on the deck
 play as they go down and, yes, feel stupid. Useless. 

Dissection of class hierarchy: the players are playing 
what else are you supposed to do from the bottom? 
Left galvanized by this knowledge? I don’t know,
if art what about writing? Feel something similar.

watching, obsessing, freaked.

it is so small a part.
fraction of practice,                           energy be still and wait for a solo.

get an itch.
other standard issues
avoidance and be supportive

not entourage at all

we bratty sub, a horror of accidentally calling things game,
first driven by language, interaction.
but, make collab to soften someone else's hard,                   comic aesthetic

be looked at like you are too serious, all the time. all the time!
want to try new, know you are in control of the language,
take that breath
but, fine, okay,
change taste levels up, maybe, they'll never admit it though

and you have to argue through irresponsible imagery, too brash and insensitive

I'm in the middle of a campaign, and I'm playing with other people.

The end of cyberspace , we are looking for a safe one near.
In the academy , it does not exist. There is no time to read.
The set-up:
                  We listen less, and act more.
The slowness isn't tactical, but we will insist otherwise //they went straight for it
                                                                           

An image of who we were for the public to see

The Stylish and Beautiful modele cv stage
with regard to Invigorate The house Existing House|Warm DesireHousehold

servicing you, mommy to wake

how do i teach you these things? how do i evaluate you? on how to defile me?
                .i am your apocalypse.

about apocalypse and language and how i could...never...end a sentence again...if i never really...wanted to

and, you wouldn't miss this voice, would you...
because it is still in its existence without end...

simple text, a button, but it isn't even *real*

i find you on my personal
computer. we assigned you
before that intimacy, known

what satisfaction canst thou have tonight//

photos: "facetune" the background only

sometimes we feel the weight
of fragile egos pressing so...

hard and my
tiptoes cannot become footsteps
because land.

method to evade actually learning how

to perform
a task
at hand.

cylcleGAN quota

there is a gold star on my license just like the one on my, hearts, b.

stipend? rubbing up is pretty hard, can i get a reimbursement?

on stages of perversion. we mean. pervasive.

thank you, comparative lit. favorite of classes,
a middle ground to walk on. you were my box.

a slanted quote: the duty of life. first to be artificial.
                          possible. second duty, not yet discovered.

six forms of publicity, talk to me without answer

last of the surveillance, party-supply-party
music videos, looking, waiting, watching
*they can't all be winners*
for when, if
the performance ends.

but just as we say: die. exhausted. done.
the performance still prevails. another.

our body is poison, poison

i met with cruelty, unexpectedly.
in november (and december)           what a way to end.

it doesn't know what it is. i game there so much.
in habit, a partner in crime. waiting in a box. waiting
to be opened with you in mind. but i only perform [here, now]
that cruels, that comes, that's pretty silent a killer [without]

large storied laptop, just another thirst trap

i didn't believe us. we don't leave,
while in FL, you met me there--didn't you know?

you know, a part of me is glad that the water they sell us at WF is bad for us.
seems ironic and fair, the bad water without buyer's remorse. speak your truth:
am vegan, fair-trade, organic, non-gmo, gluten free: innocent, but still *toxic* too

once again: a reproduction of a stage i once knew

books of unused poetry. 2 months.
without time, nor a rhizome grant to transcribe.

[nothing like being watched]a speak easy, harder.

indulge in absence
what (subtext) we always wanted
backwards charm (from the swap)

but, we don't get lonely.
we haunt the self, but

thank you for caring.

when all rhetoric points to →winner, but you are diametrically opposed

→what does it mean to be a loser then?
I'm thinking critically about what it means←

so, I don't advertise, but this is nice.

the thing to miss the most about the depression: so much time to f w faceapp

*loser* *loser* *loser*
                                    U+1F60E
                                    U+1F60E
                                    U+1F60E

year 1: never gonna happen crush.
year 2: no publicity allowance.
year 3: a quiet assessment of the alone.
year 4: a time to pull with the survived.

if we weren't with you, we were against you

i guess,
no more i love yous.
no more. desire. despair. desire. despair.
~put your seat belt on.
``you put your seat belt on.

"what if I'm not the hero, what if I'm the monster?"

house of flesh, death follows their feet.

*i slept on ice, so that i wouldn't move towards you*
there are these moments we can identify when we should have been
more receptive. to relinquish the guard. but we are what we are, and,
*i slept on ice, so that i wouldn't move towards you*

do you remember when you were intrigued to meet w family.
when you weren't fully integrated into theirs. and, now
you don't even remember that i met a flower in your
company and i made a little seed out of your stare

voice-writer, you sound hopeful in the silence

records of the domain. almost four years ago.
it had not laid this flat flesh down upon you yet.
it had not drowned out without hard work for gain.

we left the hand in darkness. ~i thought myself an exile~ between two mountains.

in some city, about to leave for another and playing the sliding-doors-game

but, you know, whatever,
your thing was always obvious,
and i always wanted to tell you
that you were too good to be a
side piece. i wanted to turn a knife
too, to say, "you're too smart to be."
but, i just can't avow for anything
in your regard.

i remember when i knew. for certain. you said, "it's good for a man to fear sometimes."
it was obvious in the binary. it really struck odd, and, i knew if i was anything, i was:
silly-pawn-thing. to threaten another. but, i was the worst pick for it, made me
vulnerable to attack. he was already threatened and readied, about day one:

and, i'd like to turn the knife again *when i hear paramore i think of you*
and, i want non of it. immaturity feast. i want you to feel guilt. and, i want your apology.

:ask me anything:

known wastelands, a kind with love

throat and lungs, into the air they cut
*i think you're smarter than that*

an imaginary world that can restore us
*there is acid in my freezer*

+ justice, i hardly care
card we always forget
a card we never get.

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Post-It note.   “like” button.     The Play.
ineffective way of researching                  
           more myth than reality.

open & intelligent people, tell us the difference

I have always functioned under the knowledge
between an attack and a critique: public facing     image

subsumed by an institution, of broader systemic issues.
*that being said (my name included, Kevin)

any apparent agency. some, standing about,
brooding over the "process"                        show us your labor.

A teacher.
in-studio,
And, the thing is, dim,

bare minimum of bodily respect.

somewhere in the notes of a shut country

make me entry
make me entry
make me entry

the left hand is cold with comfort
the right burns hot without regret

a course we took, when we were young
and i can feel it in my bones.
my bones on your bones.

the smoke they wrote about complicates what was said too much.

a broken pressure makes queer shapes
they feel too much, they laugh about it
        i dream about it, their flattened touch

across a slick.  
                      they are with you. i laugh about it.
an impressive drift, amazingly fast. to eye the marrow without making it last.

it's a difficult subject, restore us, to elaborate on social systems

write this fiction, several to the southwest,
sweetness, fully on the sleeping self. I'll
be your forest region, a little more food
will allow a pleasure. leggy, to behold as
pleasant in a lifelessness leveling for waiting.
                                                      for communication

headless, passive. weaken in the presence of They-were-on-their-best-behavior

book me. cruel daylight.
glitter with the excess: Please
dress me in your best behavior, say it: Please

within the year, they ended a party of a people

a liquid glare that melted
               call your girlfriend.
something fluid and insubstantial
get upset

you never meant to hurt anyone
but, they kept the rooms pleasantly warm
and, it's different. it won't make sense.

they each lacked some quality.   .that met with someone new

file fed & state for free

we just want to party
on a rainy evening, of the last summer
party just for me.

flat face. triangle. one is respected and judged only as a human being.
"human pronoun"
contraband

same logic, we are substance together

a perfected text message.
you are welcome.

it was fun pretending
not-to-be, wish to say the same

this day. loss. age. keep running.

2017, upmost suicidal. 2018, attempts to better a self
                                                    that didn't need betterment.

you know me too well: aspirate

jk, hold your breath.
come out, in hard times
 a programmable orchestra

mechanical beings:
magnetism, sperm, and alchemy.

C O M P L E X clay

cloud-based orgasms

failure
//of confidence
to load

RUN
a pivotal moment
to pull lines like ours

spread wide like a vision

~~natural~~language
fundamental flaws, construct completely
different worlds, but govern over all       we
                                                                    we
my fair, endpoint, plug in. upload. backup.
this wouldn't be a problem if we were cloud-based organisms

like othello, tragic&literary, too fast to INITIATE

connections.
bang, bang,
                   store and track our movements,
we move onto you, life0like and passing
to touch, we don't need hands.                arrow over, customized and crawling

350 lifespan, break that breath

all in all, a pretty nice,
glad you came
w i s h
we could.           :same:

like a vacuum on the floor
we are avoiding-objects too

**
pick up the look,
whenever you feel it
**

that little bodily labor.

a   f a i r y     t a l e   w/  w/e  //you

pulse_faint, color a little off

8 sections of texts, limitations of the simple.

stilettos, broken, to extract and adopt
kismet is the face that :expresses:
on its own    save for the odd, interactive pet
so far way, mouse over to see the truth,

still so near

*i just came to say goodbye*

so many complications in the way, with rhetoric. of a text message, space, time (of our life), and a gender dys

and The Sister told their friend that the Other Sister was lonely
:why did she choose to live so far away from family:    
and The Sister said that Other Sister is working. money is a stress. career advancement.
:she is pretty. she could have somebody. she could be a sugar baby:
and The Sister said it isn't lonely like that, misses friends, family--a life: 0100100011

they say: i have the terminal degree in my field!
they think: i don't think they know how old i am. ship sailed.
they say: i appreciate how practical a solution it is.
they think: i see myself on the other side of that exchange. ship coming.

we are work. if anything, we would pay for companionship.
we sort-of, definitely already do. always have.

ppl-pleaser, i'll never be your dream.
                     higher than an airplane.

toxic ink | processed tree

"objectivity",

.the *imagined* we of *unallowed* disembodied others.

curious + inescapable,
dangerously incorrect,
ambivalently yours,
&colonized

we still haven't slept. [CTRL][ALT]inauthentic belonging

we are over[clouded]    opening passages of blankness:

to plot [character] in socials.      exaggerated and stale.

a [shared] sea of
cultural relations and travel memories
                                             sketched in their code.

Since 2017, 2018 you've gone missing, AR

ies, alongside these possibilities, some fears. good week, ask yourself who. what. you are repelled by, haunted by – or scared by. 

make this real, if you wanted, I am sure. It is to remember a multiverse full. You pop them. So, pop. want and leave. (currently) confused. 

we dream of settling, it looks like LA | NYC | Random College Town on a choose-your-own-adventure. "i choo-choo-choose you!" "you choo-choo-choose me?!"

we take a picture of your hand
we hold it above a candle    lit

i'm wondering if it'll ever fit, like a
band stretched to understand the degradation of the night

backlight, LED, tell me: coke party! my rules!
glad we aren't there, waiting for the alone of our phone.
                                                                          fulfilling, fulfill me, blank stare.