She doesn’t speak in code, and I hope she never does.

 Higher Ed can be a switch.

Kindness Kills Cruel Capital

 i wanted to write it in your LoR

but it was about my POV, so, here

i had a dream of camp

 i said, i burned their summer camp down.

and, all the text i wrote for an institution that wouldn't love me, that couldn't know how to love me back.

synced and cut into pieces. a plexi shape, perspex to europe. 24 x 36, in standardized. a 30" circle for $80

astroturf picnic on the lamb

 I told her that I wanted to develop an app that pushed away my institutional pain.

a finger. a push.

                              dopamine cleanse {like were} doomers insurance

semblance of a body no layer there. to a body without site.

 [proximity that makes the heart grow father]

script for a colors video

 i wrote a poetry from dirty histories.

(a histrionics, if you will)

                                               cleansed, i said cleansed

as you would to feed on, without struggle for resources from

babies breath                          a narrative unfolds, fractured.

4 roses, show a popsicle if not.

It was a mistake. It wasn't even on purpose. It was like a game. Our ghost. A touch and a noise. The slow down. And the quickened breath. A body moves towards the hand of teased withdrawal. A sensitive control. Panel that arches beneath you. The most intuitive interface. 

She went dark. I sent something. "offline" soon 5 hours (obviously)

She made a memory of my car, the most home URL 

A domain she could prefigure. Why couldn't I love her?

My Summer Romance for May December happened we happened in 6 locations 10 if you exclude her include me

 

Old phone, who dis?

Use their product/content (appropriate Corp bodies) describe wound, dressing.

Massage her IG with riding the bike (bat for Lashes...)

We can no longer exist for the night we can no longer exist outside in preferential contacts or context. 

*

Old phone. Cold read.

 "You have no internal life"  *this is how I consume things*

Tried + cried all day in the breakfast

I bought for her last time she was here.so

 I could slowly cannibalize her presence and woke up crying. a cold collaborative email.

Old phone listening to St Vin

Soak a bath of saint and oats. Fitting, I float in buy for her. Breakfast until I peel. *things that look alike* cloudy, thin, beige hours, we couldn't leave in the weight of our skin *you know how I love a monochromatic look* steam rises from a skin --im making a sour with dough to start. We welcome so gs for heartbreak