schedule send, highered

 operational

to exist

  zoom (it's) a consumption we cannot swallow (again, and again)

outside control

 paranoia

it is a minor play

`an off proscenium` 

it was cold all the time.we couldn't eat.each other least of all

i wore a mask

she wore a mask

and she wore a mask

so did her mask too

you think i'm garbage? you haven't even smelled me yet.

10 days in [sic]

 

xy-they-okay

 

xx-and she-decided it was worth the risk

 

xx-so we-decided it was worthy of loss

 

 

(and, self-fulfilling prophylactics,

 she just had to act normal, 

she just had to care for a friend)

and, these hands can't supply it

bc we are chosen to be a thing to escape from, through this process, we make erotic-more with absence.

we won't know and won't hear. a whole cut-offs thing.

in 2 weeks, like nothing, bc *what's a girl to do?* bc, surely it was our fault anyway (read:sarc). 

xxx

it is cruel in-silence

 and, they know it. knew it. blew it.

blew it: a wish we could, posture, but what's to have?

this limp, dead, impotent body, wasting in the end. 

+++we can't sit around hoping for a notification, with a name like yours~heartbreaking, but understood. solidly adult, solidly certain that we just want a happy ending for someone~even if these hands can't supply it.

QUICKTIME

fleshy tentacles, tubes underwater, digital intimacy, much like h e n t a i  

but, but, bad but, keep you hard but, problematic but, gets you .h e r e.

cry yourself awake again, like a goddamn genius

 make a bed

eat a cake

  take a break.we were never going to sleep

we stationed. after the deprivation.

 i run this hospital: in certain light, a wrist can look like a heartache.

we cared for a body with a worst in-quality. feel compelled

you lose a Drive

sounds like an awful way to live (owner)

and i trace your (owned) to an outline of our history of adaptations

they was a little/ what's a daddy do?

"how can I make an elf cry?"

she said we were beautiful

in a glow up of the screen (as making piece for her)

she said that we looked like Legolas. she said,

we are singular in memory and when she leaves, she just remembers that we cried.

a lot.

*like a lot, a lot.