conversation with our sister, at the end of the world

"you're just    a     shitty bitch"
"you've always been a shitty bitch"

With an offense like codependence, how do you ask for forgiveness?

Quora? Jan?

Our hands are too dirty for you.

a slow peach

For those who respect her, it's a long
month under her mouth. ~I'm not Kykio, okay.

Sit boy

I will sit below you
   I wish I had said it earlier
I will sit below you
anything you askdemand

   I wish I had said it earlier

habitat is a pleasure tool

It's an article about loneliness in Denmark.
Did it ever strike you that happiness is a duty?
Surface for a champ, I'm falling behind.
Implacable images lost on this dead density.

What a paired we are. You are too tired at my hotel and I never got that drink. I want to be who I was again. I know we aren't going to bring it up. We are a weirdly positioned fiction. Framed architecture. A base of *eyebrow wiggle* A camp without colony. Our bodies, space and time. I ruined it.

privileged&precision

reduce desire. increase satisfaction.
modify the outer world. substitute sublimation.
imagine gratification.
suppress prevention;

it's only natural.

francis stark
camille henrot
sadie bennet
dylan mira
sandra

memory; archival text; mean narrative

Never took you to the ocean. Hand in Hand. Heartbeat ride.

Body as sensory systems (don't you want to come with me)
Ethics & entanglement, relations of difference (call me, save me from this night)
Radical feeling, knowledge outside of linear, puritanical thinking (don't you want to feel my bones)
Skeptical beings, binary & absolute (don't you want to feel my skin on your skin)

Going to the darks of my mind. I can never w/right this /rong.

Infinite data sets, I played willingly

&I always wanted to tell you
we are currently overdue, neverwas
something else was made for each|other

I don't mind. You don't mind.

how do you like it? how does it feel?

I'm a cold Android in your hand
with a blank state, some red-faced
just sitting across from you expecting it all.

a slow activity to the NOW

the game was fun+cute
but, it's a second chance you don't give
*aspirate and breathe*
in another workday, I'll give head
vibrating characters+it feels like home

*she doesn't know what she's missing*

weekly tarot reading

the gallery is a loaded space, self-important--but you still have to fill it.

I only came one time

the journey: annoying, but smart. arrogant, but kinder
everyone gets tired of a relentless need for attention with refused affection.

~there are no words in the english language

super future-proof skill set

we could have written beautiful stories
in a ghost room picnic, but we deny hands
baby-our-castles, make it happen without

Some notes on A Future Without a Presence

-leave me a breath
-desire to leave the "room with an air of indecision, performed with love
 someone is a smooth operator
 make you an offer, a bet
 leave the choice up, distant
-say it in ways not so quiet as silent
-anywhere without a safe space, your heart/h mostly

we wrote for her and we wrote so hard, and we think she didn't even

one thing expresses the difference of the other, like always
&just before you make a big decision, there should be gameplay

as an act of reifying boundaries, a song from the l word plays and I. Am. Triggered.

the passion for the code, becomes a reproduction of ideology
where we attempt to make less general the term ==fetishism?

down the hatch, this magical substance governing both objects and subjects
to then serve themselves up to abstract manipulation. just read my mind 

we sacrifice so much power for the impossible (prom night)

a book about the process of making the book.
accompanied by "narrative science"
a book of words. a codex search.
some editions will find themselves HERE
in your hands (my lip starts to shake)

Imagine me: bored but neccessary

anyone will do.

Flash Builder

realistically worried, they are a shittier version of you.
the previous model. to outlast the update with less finesse.

I was hoping you would let it go, you did.

found & dead, world. brought back to life. given a chance, life will eventually transform the universe to itself.          ------------------------------bc it is unsatisfied------------------------------

an ending only safe in *reality*

That's fine. A setting sun.
A clump of uneven grass. To keep the green,
                     set it aside.

The building was decaying
              across the entrance-way. 

A whistle in the air.
Microfilm and plastic for an easier build.

a paradise hotel. happy rooms. all modernist approval. convenience,
most of all. 

I'm still listening. Maybe it's all going to turn out alright.
Probably won't.               *do not disturb*

we were too busy to be happy

two worlds funhouse
(multiple rhetorics)

"in the three worlds, identity is lost"
(i was still waiting then, excited. waiting)
"only pleasure is recognized! only joy is unmasked!"

(corporate) freedom depends on (corporate) happiness

"happy men don't make good colonists. to tame a planet, we mold a world"
(i am still waiting now, grieving. waiting)
"takes hungry men, angry men...discontented...stay discontented"
 

historical texts follow the same parameters as pornography

heroism,
domination,
subjugation,                       (colonization)
exoticization

LA->NYC->College Town,

fell on hard times a year ago, was hoping you'd let me know

my text is our text (task master)
mired in the artifice of our..."us"

~she doesn't know what she's missing~

i had a dream about her, aries

total breakthrough, confidence
career, reputation, success
*kick my ass with the truth*

a good cry, cleanse the past
toss things, make a move
*i feel like mold and lonely*

~~and, i miss you just like a little kid

Lately, I get so nervous. You are
a distant trouble.
Being hunt for me. Waiting there
Maybe your the representation
I'm searching for.

i hate me for what i did~~

i've got a few books in my collection
in which a version of myself remains
illustrated, static in that findmyvagina.me2.0
half-represented, and never asked
consent is written by another?

--and, i'm guilty sometimes too--
(i mean, everything is about me)

when you met me, were you just bored?

i know i'm not what you wanted--something, something you used to be light

self-representation is always about sex, work. they say in a [find me]
how to talk back to. how to be another parasitic academic. with your own [schedule an appointment]
all the queen titles. all the queer theories. you have the right [signal]
no one teaches you how to care and love a pedagogic fire [sign]

there is this song or two, that make for healthy allegories. many portraits as well

a nervous worm for intent

during which time, my best friend was the local library's search interface.

despite all odds, we haven't watched a reality show since 2011

you have been shortlisted.
thank you for the
additional materials
there were only 3 spots
there were over 400 subs
*pls appy agan*
thank you, please apply again
although we will be keeping
your work on file
for future use
although it was compelling
we will put you on our
mailing list for future use

uranus is messing with WHO (no)you are

they're trying their best to make memories.
public failed pain secreted

now we never talk and its a hug

mystical; socially generated algorithms--poetry

:::
i like a hard sell. i demeaned an asker of questions. i called a young woman a joke. i taunted some man with the prospect of an easy lay. we are just a bad teen movie on repeat. i like my wet *stupid* real:::dumb

weaponized information: anything can be hacked. us (w/e that is) most of all.

we are mirrors, mirrors are systems too.
~i talked to someone who could help me~
political incentive: a culture that breeders...incels
~i better make sure to keep the appt~

hazel.shade, that gorilla story intro

mid-stage millennial, i waited in the closet for you

until they left   over a finger too high   *in certain states*
*link in bio*  a parallel form is the novel: we wait for you

someone suggested a ghost, but we can hardly wait for a death

friendships are where intellect lives,
give up in a highly constructed space.
a lightly drawered desk in Barcelona. a mirrored hand among trinkets.

there are many ways to haunt,
many bodies in our dreams.

the unfinished basement, too
makes me long longer in you

free trial to the day

deep cuts: there is no depeche mode in communism
hot take: babies pushing boundaries

any circumstance is breaking your heart

this was a game. on the time.

ppl in strong relationships (lol)
quarantined with safe others *hot*

this person is waiting for a ride
back into your life. it is called: hope. you doormat.

done is better than good

they are home + mother, a balance of want. if you can't give it, they won't take you back.
two small fires. a lack of alarm. a short walk. to move the more in-distance. follow-man.

In the sixteenth century a new source of contemporary pronunciation can be identified in metalinguistic texts.

we are embarrassed by all we shared, when so much of her remained hidden

A sentiment of toxicity (whatever the fuck that means) is the constant acceptance, need, *hoarding* of emotional support to the point of abuse. It is said that this a a learned behavior of a scarcity mindset            [I'm wet]

Hoarding, most perverse outcome
(frugality meeting materialism
based in fear and isolation)

wealth funneling systems: your in our heart and prayers

a pull intact, suffer

but a push to the edit
            <precious>
we don't make sense anymore
   <mutilated>

screw it.
bone.
cut it.

she finally figured out how to game the system

lighten up,
two utopian feminists
as usual, everyone rejected it.

plant like a story, a break of a lifetime

i know it wasn't supposed to be ~serious

but they are a part of me,
but i won't ever feel that
tight, slight
against mine again

*we are losing body parts*

its okay, i was always partial to imperfect bodies

floating intellectual:
subs are 38 helvetica (lol)

can you read my mind?

little one,
you need to learn what it means to be owned.

funny how, i walked up to your doorway with *magic soaked in my spine* 

working it over and over. a finger or two.

a dull ache.  some knowledge:
we    l a c k   restraint
(we've never been completely honest anyway)

(we've never lied either. but we couldn't last)

_tired.
|oversized
|tired.
|underdeveloped
|tired.
|awaste
|tired
_no_one_has_time_for_this.

oh, us we neverwas

in a tangle of legs at night to keep from the chill
making tea, licking teeth, undressing never~ending
the times they said they were lucky to be with we

i hate myself for what i did
&i miss you just like a little kid _+kink_

she writes to me with a textspeak distance

it is pure punishment


i am unfortunate, i am time
idontshineifyoudontshine

a brkn bdy and a new disease

we laid out

a kind of death

and, it wasn't fair to you

we are a base animal (without distance) of longing

trying to articulate
a wound w/o a vulnerable (we haven't) bone/d
   -since
this sounds like hate and disdain
*can you read my mind*

i am a forest scene, with cleaning

oh, yeah, she doesn't know what she's missing.

virginia+vita, portrait of a g on fire
equit,y, i,burn

millenial mixtaped

rejected individualism
learn to coexist (im a teenage dirtbag)

i tried to hid a light, i spent the night hoping no one would give a damn about me

we wanted more thn thy had to grieve

will you watch me fall
beneath the fix of you?

and will you hate me today
unless i fuck you tomorrow?

oh, and you could own this touch forever,,if i ever forgot to tell you.

pls don't forget