a slight amalgamation of faces that hold you down

  .like a spark AR for your IG heart.

to represent the 4 years of our discontent

circling a finger *oh, i didn't see you there* peak.gothic.coat

 more public affection pls, for the frau with a kick in the queer

one x, the last thing you sent almost a trill

 hold a fighting hand more near, for the frau with the curly hair

we are sorry we are so hard to help. obstinate abstinence-in-training

aid is only taken in-trust *it's a trivial [SPACE] for reading*

Arefusal to take

Toexhaust ppl with care

Holda space for your ego

Akind of rejection in arms

  With wanton vocal fry, "you're not single,,,,,,,,,,,,"

we r (b4s1c)feist

 red, yellow, green, and blue       tell me what to do to you

with a promise matters: only to dominate in a game of consent, interesting for its difference to -reality- a fantasy or protest that owns the owner owned *little prince*

we are [basically]feist

but, we have 1. 2. 3.

and, the count matters. we won't position our power over your needs.but full bias, we most in(come) to dominate in(equality) outside that control.

they refused to play recess bc the work was just that fun (scientolgy kids to make gravel travel)

we wish we worried more about optics (and multi-million dollar real estate)

fortune under forty, front-line over twenty-five--the hotness bachelor (or a podcast) for a bucolic technocrat in the republic of gonzo

pick a card, any card

 that hotel, months before/times, portent, looking in a mirror whilst atop a bed. crying for good measure: 

when we are sad, we imagine a holding. like that cold night, with her. after we broke a heart, like we mostly do first --these creepy fake humans herald a new age in ai-- in that hotel, without even the grace of a microwave, an unsent message of apology, 12 hours from the arms that can calm a shake in an overwork insomnia. her hands are new places to hold and contain and colonize this embodiment of softness --need more data for deep learning? these synthetic data companies will make it for you-- we sad and holding in colonized hand (fuck, yes, white lady; we know what we are) with the anxiety of our body positioned over oppressed, like we've felt too with that body above --reinstate similar hierarchies in a new world order of fake affection and on-the-job efficacy--

(lawlzzz, burnnn, you screwed over two young professionals with one move during a pandemic and the second recession of their early adulthood/s, and your clothes make me sad)

 :i am going to lose my law(l) degree over this:

(we are already sorry)

we are still a grapple with ~authenticity

an insignificant, unreal thing

a tenure-track prof + academic admin boss

some conflict of interest fro everyone involved who

gets annoyed at out-of-work millennials making a buck flipping thrift store to vintage

fully in their gen x: plaid 50's crop flairs, grunge ringer tee, and suzie Q cardigan.